Justin wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have exploded during that process anyway. And as Wade paddled his ass and the outsides of his thighs, the pain almost tempering his need, Glen teased and tormented his cock and balls and nipples, keeping him hard and leaking pre-cum down his shaft.
It’d been several weeks since the two of them had tag-teamed him like this, and Justin was looking forward to it. Usually, it was one or the other of them at a time, or sometimes both if they were spit-roasting him between them. But they didn’t do this all the time, saving it for special occasions.
Like play parties.
Justin’s flesh burned from every paddle stroke, but he knew he could take it, knew Wade wouldn’t push him too far. It seemed like the two men knew his body better than he did at times. And sure enough, just as Justin was about to gasp a yellow, Wade stopped the paddle strokes and his hands caressed Justin’s hot flesh.
“N-nice red ass, b-boy,” he whispered in Justin’s ear. “H-how I lllike it.”
Justin heard the paddle hit the mats. The men did something, and then Justin felt a gloved hand probe his rim, cool lube being applied.
“Grease him up good, Dub,” Glen teased, his blue gaze drilling deep into Justin’s soul. “I want to plow our boy hard and deep.”
A moment later, Glen rolled on a condom and stepped in close, dipping his knees a little to slide his lubed cock inside Justin’s ready ass. Behind him, Wade had also prepared and started nudging his cock into Justin’s ass alongside Glen’s.
Justin’s eyes dropped closed, another moan escaping him as he breathed through the familiar, pinching burn. He knew it’d get better in a moment if he rode it out, their cocks settling into place as if made to be right there.
“Mmm, yeah,” Glen whispered. “That’s what I’m talking about. Our boy’s tight ass taking his Sirs’ cocks. Open your eyes.”
Justin forced them open, Glen’s grin meeting him.
“Say it, boy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” He felt Glen’s cock twitch inside his ass.
“Thank you for what, boy?”
This darker, more devious side of Glen always melted Justin to his core. Glen’s “Daddy” mode wasn’t the slightest bit gentle, he was primal and rough and Justin felt addicted to him in that way.
“Thank you for fucking your boy’s ass together.”
Behind him, Wade wrapped his arms around Justin, gripping the backs of Justin’s thighs as he adjusted position.
And like that, they found that happy spot, and Wade’s cock was pressing Glen’s tightly against Justin’s prostate.
Justin moaned, gritting his teeth and trying to hold back.
Glen slicked Justin’s pre-cum down his shaft, holding on to Justin’s cock with one hand, and the harness with the other. “Hold it until we say so, boy,” he warned. “Or you’ll get caned when we’re done.”
Justin knew they meant it, too.
Which would mean more teasing and sexual torture, because the men had done a fine job of training his body to get horny over pain.
Again, not a complaint.
The men started fucking him, Justin desperately holding on to the ropes and trying to hold back his orgasm. They fell into a seesawing kind of rhythm while Wade bit down on Justin’s left shoulder and held on tight.
Just one more thing to try to process in the overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain swirling through his body.
Glen started stroking Justin’s cock. “Okay, boy,” he said. “Can’t last as long as I thought I could tonight. This is too fucking sexy. Get your nut off before I do, or you’ll have to hold it until tomorrow.”
Justin gasped with relief as a moan took its place. His balls erupted, coating Glen’s hand with his cum. But Glen didn’t stop, jacking him harder and faster, knowing him, and knowing he could quickly build him up to a second one like this.
Which, he did. Justin’s cock never went fully soft. Behind him, Wade grunted, still biting down even as he fucked Justin’s ass.
“Yeah, boy,” Glen said. “Get the second one out of the way. You earned it.” This one took a little longer, but the men had trained him so well, conditioned his body for it, that it was only a minute or so later before his ass was clamping down on their cocks again.
“That’s it.” Both men came nearly at the same time, falling still inside him, Justin’s head lolling back against Wade.
Wade sucked on Justin’s shoulder, finally licking and kissing the spot before lifting his head to look at it. “Nice one.”
Justin let out a laugh. “Thank you, Master.”
The men hugged him tightly between them. “L-love you, boy,” Wade whispered in his ear.
“Love you, too, Master.”
Glen rubbed noses with him. “Love you, boy.”
Justin grinned. “Love you, Daddy.”
Glen’s cock twitched. “Ooh. You might get seconds later before we leave, you keep that up.”
Justin grinned. “You won’t hear me complaining.”
Chapter Eleven
After Justin, Glen, and Wade finished playing and were in the process of cleaning up so they could clear the frame, Cali turned and focused her attention to where Keith and Scott were playing on the lanai. The two men had come to the party tonight without Noel, Scott’s wife and Keith’s slave, and the third in their trio. She’d stayed home with their baby son tonight.
Keith had been busy trussing Scott up in green plastic wrap from his neck down, mummifying him standing up, except for his crotch region. Scott also wore a leather hood and ball gag.
That wasn’t all.
Keith had fastened a parachute ball stretcher around Scott’s scrotum, from which extended small chains.
From the chains hung a small pink, plastic bucket, not much larger than a drinking cup.
Keith noticed her watching. “Well? What do you think?” he asked with a grin.
“What’s this?” Cali asked.
“New party game.” The sadist’s brown eyes practically twinkled as he held up a handful of what looked like plastic bracelets in different shapes. “Sort of like ring toss, but not. Want to play?”
Sean walked over, his headband bobbing as he paid far too much attention. “How’s it played?”
Keith turned and tossed one of the plastic bracelets into the bucket. It clattered in with a soft rattle. “Most in wins. You stand back a few feet and take turns throwing. If it’s a tie, take another step back and do it again.”
Sean shrugged. “That sounds simple enough.”
Keith retrieved the bracelet and handed Cali and Sean each a set. Cali ended up with ones that vaguely looked like the shape of Hello Kitty’s head, while Sean ended up with hearts.
“I’d say it’s fun for all ages,” Keith said, “except…not.”
“Little X-rated for kiddies to play,” Cali snarked.
“Exactly.” Keith grinned. “Go ahead.”
Cali and Sean exchanged a look. “Glad Max isn’t seeing this right now,” Sean quipped. “I have a feeling it’d be giving him a lot of ideas.”
“Like you don’t drive the bus over yourself all the time,” Cali said, pointing to his green headband.
“Yeah, that’s a good point.”
“You’re the one who ordered yourself the damn unicorn mask for the latest website shoot, if you’ll recall.”
Sean grinned. “True.”
“Does it hurt him if we hit him in the cock?” Cali asked.
“No, but good point.” Keith walked over, his back to them and blocking their view. When he stepped out of the way, Keith had used a small clip to hook the PA ring through the end of Scott’s cock and fasten it through the plastic wrap, holding it out of the way.
Keith grinned. “There we go.” He reached in and gave Scott’s cock a few strokes, which hardened it and made the man whine.
Whether it was in pain or pleasure, Cali wasn’t sure, but since Scott wasn’t safewording, she wasn’t about to interfere.
Sean laughed and
leaned in to Cali. “Sorry, but I’m calling red on a PA piercing right now. Or any other piercings that aren’t my ears. I might be a masochist, but I have limits.”
She glanced at his headband. “Ditto.”
As they played, taking turns tossing what turned out to be ten bracelets each, they ended up with spectators who all wanted a turn.
“This is almost a solid second place to Ross using a Christmas tree as a dildo,” Tony joked.
“No,” Gilo said. “Scrye teasing Baxter with the Sybian was second. This is a close third.” He leaned in to his wife, Abbey. “And yes, red. On the piercing.”
She laughed. “I was going to say, we’ve done mummification before.”
He draped an arm around her shoulders. “Even I have my limits, sweetie. You of all people should know that.”
Tonight, Cali wasn’t sure what “mode” the couple was in. Usually, if Gilo was bottoming, he was already changed into his “slave gear” as he dubbed it. But he was still in street clothes, as was Abbey.
Sean beat Cali by one. Stepping aside to let Rusty and Eliza have a try at the new game, Cali turned to Gilo and Abbey. “Are you guys playing tonight?”
He shrugged. “We’re still…negotiating. Neither of us is feeling very bottomy right now.”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t feeling bottomy,” Abbey said. “I said I wasn’t feeling like getting my ass beat.”
“Ah.” He leaned in and kissed her temple. “Basically the same thing, though.”
“Eh, true.”
After everyone who wanted to play had a turn, Cali watched as Keith removed the ball-stretcher and bucket, laid Scott facedown over the end of one of their loungers, and then used a knife to carefully slice away a section of plastic wrap from his ass down to just above his knees.
Then he broke out a riding crop and a cane and started going to town with that.
Gilo, who’d been heading inside with Abbey, stopped to watch with her.
“Holy shit,” he muttered. “I thought I was a masochist. He makes me look like a wuss.”
Scott’s ass bore angry red welts from the crop and cane, but Cali had actually seen the men play a lot harder than that before. Finally, Keith set the implements aside, removed Scott’s ball gag, dropped his own shorts, wrapped his cock with a condom, and started fucking Scott’s freshly beaten ass.
Abbey joined them. “Okay, so that’s hot.”
“I know, right?” Cali said.
“I don’t mind watching guy on guy,” Gilo said, “but I’ll stick to a strap-on when it comes to receiving, thanks.” He draped an arm around Abbey’s shoulders and kissed her. “Nothing against you poly people,” he teased Cali.
“No offense taken. I know it’s not everyone’s cuppa.” Still, watching Keith’s tight ass bunch and flex as he plowed his slave’s ass was a fun way to spend a few minutes.
I’m glad we had the party tonight.
Now that things were in full swing, people were enjoying themselves, laughing, playing. Good energy swirled all around them, nearly palpable.
Max walked up behind Cali. “Whatcha watch—ooh, that’s hot.” He wrapped his arms around her.
“That’s what we were just saying.”
Keith finished off, then rolled Scott over, and jerked him off. The other man came in about three strokes. Keith leaned in and kissed him, hard, whispering something to him. She spotted Scott’s smile as he said something in return.
Then Keith grabbed his knife again and, using the gut hook on it, quickly cut Scott free before going to clean up.
Gilo turned to Abbey. “I guess now you want me to find colored cling wrap, huh?”
She smiled. “No, I’m not picky. We can use clear.”
* * * *
Jake sat on the sofa, while Ben sat on the floor between Jake’s legs, naked and on a towel, his back to Jake. They’d been watching Keith and Scott out on the lanai, their kinky party game that everyone really got into before it turned into a super-hot beating-and-fucking scene that had Jake hard and throbbing.
Jake ruffled Ben’s hair and leaned in. “Might have to try that with you some time. Alone at home, that is.”
Ben tipped his head back, smiling. “Alone at home, I’m game for a lot of stuff, Sir. You know that.”
Yes, Jake knew that his husband and slave was not only game for a lot of stuff, but eager to push himself in nearly any way Jake asked of him.
“You feel like trying out the latest Doom tonight?”
That was the model name for Cali, Max, and Sean’s bondage frame line. A funny joke.
Meet your Doom!
Ben nuzzled Jake’s leg. “I think Sir could easily persuade me to do that.”
Jake raked his nails over Ben’s scalp. “You do, hmm?”
“Yes, Sir.”
They hadn’t had time to have sex that week, much less play. Work had been crazy, and they’d both been putting in long hours due to a huge, complicated manufacturing job that had come in. They’d actually thought they might have to work that morning, until Friday afternoon’s test run had produced a customer-approved proof widget.
Jake called nearly everything they made a widget. Didn’t matter what it actually was, they were all widgets to Jake.
Between that and household chores and yard work that still had to get done at home, fun activities had taken a back seat to real life.
And what Jake wanted to do now was put a nice, red glow on his boy’s ass, give him some good marks, and then fuck his ass while giving him a reacharound.
Except…Jake’s ears perked up as he heard someone riding the Sybian in the corner of the dining room, a woman’s low, happy moan filtering through, underlaid by the distinctive hum of the ridable vibrator.
Then again…
When he stared down at Ben, he noticed Ben’s attention had also turned toward the source of the noise.
Hmm.
While it was more common for women to ride the Sybian, Jake had watched men tackle it, too.
And it was hot to think about Ben sucking him off while his ass was impaled by the thing. Jake had recently added a vibrating butt plug to his toy collection and loved torturing Ben with it.
Jake leaned in. “Go get my bag and meet me at the Doom bench.”
Ben didn’t hesitate, grabbing his towel and hurrying off while Jake stood and walked over to the now vacant bench. The dark blue metal frame was padded and completely adjustable for nearly any configuration the Top wanted.
He was still familiarizing himself with it when Ben rejoined him. Jake patted the bench. “Up.” He wanted to time this so that when he finished with Ben on the bench, he could take him into the dining room and put him on the Sybian.
A nice, happy finish.
Literally.
He didn’t even bother strapping Ben down to it, wanting to be able to move him fast when the Sybian came free. He started with a bare-handed spanking, warming him up, before switching to one of his harsher paddles. He tempered it by pulling his strokes at first, reading Ben’s body language before working him up to harder hits that would sting like hell.
From there he went straight to a cane. Same thing, lighter strokes at first, increasing the force, until he left a row of long welts across Ben’s ass and he was flexing his hips in time with the impacts.
Then he caught Ben’s collar by the D-ring in front. “Come on, boy. Surprise for you.” He led him to the Sybian and noted with glee Ben was still deep in subspace, the glazed look on his face turning Jake’s crank.
And Ben’s cock was hard, rigidly standing in front of him.
Jake quickly set the machine up and helped Ben lower himself onto it, impaling his ass with the dildo. Standing in front of him, Jake unzipped his jeans and fished out his cock.
Ben immediately gobbled him to the root, holding on to the backs of Jake’s thighs.
“Good boy,” he crooned. “Just like that.” He started playing with the controls, giggling when Ben yelped at first, followed immediately by a lo
w, long moan of pleasure.
Jake left it set right there as Ben eagerly worked on his cock. “Okay, boy.” He buried his fingers in Ben’s hair. “Get me off, then you can come. If you come before me, you’re going to ride that thing for ten minutes on its highest setting while I cane your ass. Don’t think I won’t.”
Ben whimpered even as he redoubled his efforts. That might not have been a threat to some, but Jake suspected Ben knew him well enough to know it wouldn’t exactly be pleasurable.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Ben’s skilled, hot mouth eagerly sucked and licked Jake’s cock, and it wasn’t too long before Jake felt his climax closing in. “Get ready, boy. Don’t spill a drop.”
He held the back of Ben’s head as he thrust deep, all the way to the root and came down the man’s throat. Almost immediately, Ben’s grip on Jake’s thighs tightened as he let out a long, deep moan when his own climax exploded…
All over Jake’s jeans.
“Well, fuck,” he lightly said. “That was a logistical miscalculation.” He shut the Sybian off as Ben looked, then started laughing.
Jake grabbed him by the back of the head. “Get busy, boy. Clean up as much as you can off me, then we need to get a wet paper towel or something.”
Ben got busy. Fifteen minutes later, they’d cleaned Jake up, cleaned up the Sybian and got it ready for the next user, and were cuddled together on the floor, out of the way, with Ben draped across Jake’s lap.
“Thank you, Sir,” Ben mumbled. Jake suspected he might even doze off.
“You’re welcome, boy.”
“That was fun.”
“Yeah, it was. Except getting my jeans spooged on.”
Ben snorted. “Sorry, Sir.”
“No, that was my fault. But I expect you to remember it for the next time. If it happens again because you didn’t remind me to wrap you, then it’s ten hard ones. Cane strokes,” he clarified when Ben snorted in amusement.
“Yes, Sir.”
Actually, it looked like maybe a few people had left. “Once we’re done snuggling, let’s get you dressed and think about heading home.”
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