by G. G. Royale
She felt ready and willing to give herself to them. At the very thought, arousal shot through her. Her nipples went hard, and a small moan escaped her. She wanted to reach up and stroke her breasts, but she didn’t have permission, so instead she waited, her body thrumming with need.
Gregory stared at her; she could feel his eyes heating her. And Jason too, standing, tension vibrating through his body, the fly of his jeans stretching toward her.
“Fuck,” Gregory murmured. He dropped his riding crop to the barn floor and grasped Haley. He lowered his lips to hers and ravaged her mouth.
Haley didn’t doubt Jason felt the same way. And as much as she loved the feeling of Gregory forcing his tongue into her, taking her and wanting her, she needed more. She pushed away and held out a hand to Jason. He approached and leaned down too, biting at her lower lip, pulling at it with the slightest pressure, enough to promise pain but do no damage.
When he finally pulled back, Haley could not catch her breath. She stood there for a few moments, drawing in sobbing drafts of air, trying to get her heart to stop pounding.
“You get the right,” Gregory told Jason, indicating the wrist and ankle cuffs. “I’ll get the left.”
Haley registered every rough finger, every brush of a lightly haired forearm against her skin, every breath that feathered across her cheek. Each man had taken one of her arms and was now securing them over her head to the surface of the wheel. She perched on a small protuberance between her legs, a rather precarious stool. Then the men bent and spread her legs farther, fixing her ankles to the wheel at five and seven o’clock. Still wearing her skirt and shirt, she lay spread-eagle, upright against the wheel.
Jason straightened and fastened a wide, padded strap around her waist.
“I’m going to remove the pin now, Haley,” Gregory told her. “Are you ready?”
Haley swallowed. “Yes, Sir,” she said, and she heard the faintest slip of metal. Then the wheel—top-heavy with her weight—spun her around. She felt like a child on a carnival ride. She couldn’t stop giggling, but she had to squeeze her eyes shut to keep out the twirling room.
And like that, all the worry and pessimism fled from her. She felt caught in a moment of pure joy, and she grew light with it. The strife of the outside world fell away; all that occupied her thoughts was the right here, right now of the night.
After what seemed like forever, her whirling stopped, her head pointed downward, her legs splayed up and spread wide. She opened her eyes to see Gregory peering down into her face. He placed one hand on the wheel, keeping it steady. Haley looked for Jason and found him standing slightly to the side, his arms crossed.
“I think we forgot something important,” Gregory said as he searched Haley’s face. For what, she didn’t know. “But it seems such a shame to take her down now. Jason, would you happen to have some bandage scissors in that bag of yours.”
Haley knew he did. He liked to play with ropes too. She’d often fallen victim to his shibari skills.
“Sure do.” Jason left Haley’s field of vision and returned a moment later with a pair of shears.
“Cut the skirt away, won’t you?” Gregory asked him.
Jason snicker-snacked the scissors and approached Haley. Her face was at the level of his knees, and she could feel the cool steel of the shears against her belly as he slid them in. It seemed as if the entire world stopped with the anticipation of that first sound of cutting fabric. And then came the soft shriiipp of the denim parting to the sharp blades of his scissors. Haley sighed, and her womb burned with need. She could feel the back side of the blade sliding along her bare skin as Jason worked his way up to the hem of the skirt. He caught the elastic of her panties too, and just as easily, they were cut away from her.
Gregory leaned over her and ripped open her shirt, the snaps seeming to pop with the same pent-up emotion Haley felt.
She heard the final snap as the scissor blades came together, and Jason pulled her skirt from beneath her. He snipped through the other side of her panties and pulled those off as well. He threw them aside.
“Get the bra too, will you?” Gregory asked. Jason leaned down and slid the shears beneath the front of the bra, right between Haley’s breasts. Again she felt the cool metal against her flesh, which seemed to be growing more and more sensitive with each passing second. He cut that, and then each strap, and pulled the useless bit of fabric away.
Haley now hung there, completely bare save for the shirt scrunched around her shoulders. The cross breeze that traveled through the barn wafted over her clean-shaven pussy. Haley felt relieved that she had taken the time this morning to clean up down there. Here she was completely exposed. And she knew, before long, others in the barn would take notice and decide to watch what Jason and Gregory did to her. She hoped Jason could take it. She knew he must feel some awful pressure tonight, and her heart swelled with… What? Love? That he made that sacrifice for me? It almost felt like that was exactly the feeling, but she couldn’t really believe it.
She could feel the dampness between her legs increase at the thought. She loved being on display. Could both her men handle it? Would they push and shove for the limelight? Would they try to upstage each other? No. Jason will defer to Gregory tonight. Haley knew he wasn’t ready to take the chief role. He had to work out his own issues. She loved that Gregory would be the man to lead him through this. Gregory was a calm but firm dom. A teacher almost, who—if he could put aside the feelings of ownership he had for Haley—could really help Jason discover who he was and how amazing this relationship with her could be.
She didn’t let herself remember the caveat Gregory had put on this play. Only for the weekend. Then make a decision. Haley denied that option right now. No, she wanted to be absorbed in the play, and negative thoughts would only ruin it.
Gregory turned the wheel, allowing her a moment’s upright respite. She sighed as the blood flowed back into her limbs. Jason stepped forward and ran his hands up and down her body. “Everything feel all right?” he asked.
Haley nodded.
“What?” Jason narrowed his eyes slightly to illustrate the warning in that word.
“I mean, yes, Sir.”
Then Jason bent and set to work loosening one of her ankle cuffs. He strapped another cuff around her knee and hoisted her leg up, spreading her farther apart. He fastened one of the rings from that cuff to the wheel and then refastened the ankle cuff at a new point. Now Haley lay suspended, her right leg down, her left pulled up at the hip, bent at the knee, and secured.
“I think she’s ready,” Jason told Gregory.
Ready for what? Haley wondered. She felt her heartbeat quicken and her nipples tighten further in the breeze. Sure enough, other guests had started gathering around the wheel. Giddiness built in the bottom of Haley’s gut, layering on top of her desire.
Gregory leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers. “I think you’d better check to see for sure,” he said to Jason.
“My pleasure.” Jason ran a hand down her torso, palming the smooth plane of her belly, and then slid over her bare mound.
He dipped a finger in, and Haley strained her hips forward against the feeling of it. He pulled his finger back, swirling her slickness over her clit.
“Definitely ready,” Jason said and held up his finger for anyone to see.
“Then fortune takes another turn,” Gregory told Haley, and he spun the wheel. Now that Haley was naked, the air current from her spinning rushed past her sex and across her nipples. She felt her body flush and heat. She didn’t giggle this time, nor did she close her eyes. No, this felt like an entirely different ride.
Eventually Gregory reached out a hand and slowed the wheel. He stopped Haley as she lay with her right side parallel to the floor, her left leg stretched upward. Her head kept spinning, and she had to close her eyes and take a few deep breaths to settle her stomach.
She heard the sound of metal against metal, which told her Gregory had replaced the
pin. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He stepped back and stood with his arms crossed next to Jason. They both seemed to be admiring their work.
Haley hung there, waiting, the tension in her pussy building as she watched the two men she wanted so desperately to take her.
“Condom, Greg?” Jason asked.
“Sure.”
Jason dug around in his bag and came back out with two foil-wrapped condoms. He handed one to Gregory.
Haley watched as more people gathered. How many had come out for the weekend? She couldn’t believe it. She sucked in a breath. So many of them to witness her first venture into this new…fetish? That didn’t sound right. It seemed deeper than that. Haley wanted two men, yes, but these two men. She couldn’t see herself in another situation with two other men. No, it had to be this combination.
Jason and Gregory.
And as Haley’s mind wandered on this tangent, momentarily detached from the present, from the impending penetration, she realized she didn’t want them only now either. She didn’t want them only in this situation. No, she wanted them snuggled in bed on either side of her. She wanted them to walk the levee with her. She wanted them all to pick out a dog together.
Stop it, Haley. She couldn’t let herself get wrapped up in any of that. All she had was this, now.
“Haley, where’s your mind?” Jason asked. She snapped her gaze to him. He could always tell when her thoughts drifted away from the scene. He bent down and looked into her face. “Do you need a little redirection?” he asked her.
She knew he liked to give her a choice first. If she could stay focused, he wouldn’t punish her. If she couldn’t manage it after this warning, he’d bring out the nipple weights or the flail or something to make sure she didn’t forget where her thoughts should be. “No, Sir.”
She worked to still the swirling images in her head of her fantasy life with both men in it. Instead she watched Gregory strip, neatly laying his dress clothes across a section of fence that separated the Catherine’s wheel area from the rest of the barn. Jason still stood there, staring at her, making sure her focus didn’t waver from the present.
When Gregory finished undressing, he approached the wheel again. “Make sure she stays with us mentally,” Jason told him as he stepped away to undress.
Gregory bent slightly to look into her face. “Are you ready for this?” he asked.
Haley nodded.
“I think I’ve got something to add, though.”
Gregory walked back over to his clothes and took an item out of his pocket. “Hank had a little toy lying around for you,” he told her.
A butt plug, quite a bit smaller than Gregory’s straight-and-proud cock, which now pointed straight and proud. Haley licked her lips, knowing she would get stuffed to capacity tonight. She could feel her moisture leaking down her thigh. It was just as she’d imagined.
Gregory returned to the wheel. Now that Haley lay hanging against her side, he could remove the small ledge between her legs. He did so, and she murmured as the brief motion there ignited sparks in her sex.
He ran the butt plug through her juices, lubing it up. He dipped it into her cunt, giving her a few rough plunges that had her hips surging as far as her restraints would allow. Then he reached farther back and nudged the plug against her puckered hole. With his other hand, he fingered her clit.
Jason walked up, his foil-wrapped condom in one hand. He reached out and tweaked one of her small, tight nipples, then played with the piercing. Haley wanted to force herself into his hand, but she couldn’t. All the restraints kept her back.
Gregory ran the pad of his finger in circles around her clit now, never actually touching it, and Jason pinched the nipple of her left breast. The sensations zipped through her, and she felt Gregory—who always seemed to know right when she was ready—slip the plug into her ass.
A moan ripped out of Haley as her body spasmed with the feeling of it. Her eyes rolled, her lids fluttering over them as she gave in to the stirrings within. Gregory and Jason both must have stepped back, for their hands left her. She wanted to writhe or grind against something, but she had nothing to satiate her. Her ass throbbed with tremors, each one hinting at what was to come.
“Do you think she’s ready?” Haley heard Jason ask.
“Oh yes,” Gregory replied.
She heard murmurs throughout the barn as the people surrounding her watched. Then she heard the crinkle as the men unwrapped their condoms. She wondered who she would take where. Had they discussed it? Would they get in a fight now as they jockeyed for who would get her cunt and who would fuck her mouth?
She would never forgive them if that happened. It would just go to prove they couldn’t do this with her for any length of time outside of play.
Stop thinking. Here she was, two men about to fill her completely, and she couldn’t still her mind. She opened her eyes and looked up into Jason’s face. Then she glanced down the length of her body and saw Gregory standing near the V of her legs.
Both men held their cocks in their hands, their sheathed erections visibly straining.
“Are you ready, Haley?” Jason asked again, running his hand up and down his length.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, and she opened her mouth wide.
As he slipped his cock between her lips, she felt Gregory part and hold her below, and he delved his similarly rigid prick into her pussy. She had never felt so stuffed. Her ass throbbed as Gregory slowly pistoned into her, driving deep. He rubbed a thumb against her clit as he fucked her, sending little jolts of arousal through her.
Jason found a slow and steady rhythm as well, and though he held the base of his cock with one hand, he found Haley’s tit with the other and pinched and played with it as he fucked her mouth.
Haley didn’t know how long she could stand the combined assault. At least the thoughts in her mind had stopped whirling. Now she dwelled in that place where only concrete experience mattered: the brush of a finger, the ridge of a cock slipping past skin and then pushing in again. She felt the rasp of hair and calluses and leather and skin…
She tried again to arch away from the Catherine’s wheel, but the strap across her torso bit into her skin. The little pain sent her over the edge.
Jason pinched her nipple hard, and that hurt combined with the other, with every sensation. Haley came, crying; the tension in her body made the leather of her restraints and the wood of the wheel creak with strain. Waves of tension crashed through her, and she felt like a palm tree whipped in a hurricane.
Finally the storm of her orgasm passed, and her weight slumped against her restraints. She’d become slack and deprived of all energy.
She then she realized she was still stuffed full.
“That’s my girl,” she heard Gregory say, his voice full of praise.
Her two men gave her a moment of respite, allowing her to gather her courage before they proceeded. She knew both of them well enough; from here on out, they would give her no quarter.
She could even call it brutal.
And so it was.
Gregory began first, his pace quicker than it had been. She felt each thrust keenly in her cunt; her swollen nether lips grasped at him, her juices clinging and slurping as he drove into her.
Then Jason began again, and each of his thrusts pushed toward the back of her throat. She could feel her eyes beginning to water, but she took it.
She loved taking it.
Her men pounded into her, and Haley did all she could in her muted, restrained condition to encourage them. Little satisfied grunts escaped her. Her nipples seemed to sing with their tension, and she wanted her men to know what they said. She tried to keep her back arched, up and away from the wheel, but the strap limited her movement.
Both men moved in a fervor, and Haley could barely register where one began and the other ended. Her entire body felt penetrated, as if the men fucked her very existence.
“Soon,” she heard one pant, and a responding grunt followed. S
weat poured over Haley’s body, her own mingled—she felt certain—with Gregory and Jason’s.
And then the frantic motion at her pussy stilled, and she felt Gregory come inside her. A bellow ripped from his mouth as he did. She could feel him, a great, tense thing hovering above.
In response, Jason came too, shuddering in her mouth, his cockhead jumping against the back of her throat and the tip of the condom filling with his seed.
Then both men pulled out, and Haley felt empty.
Someone pulled out the butt plug, and the feeling increased. With it came a sadness. She feared the one time she could be with them had already come to an end. She opened her eyes.
Jason was kneeling in front of her. He reached a hand up and caressed her cheek. “Are you okay?”
She barely had the energy to nod, but she tried, for him.
He stood, and her vision swam.
She felt the wheel turn, and her head cleared as she came upright again.
Somebody slipped the detachable bench back under her, and her tender pussy ached in protest as it rested on the hard surface.
Gregory came up to her and placed both his hands on her chest, holding her steady while Jason undid her restraints.
When the one across her chest and stomach released, she fell forward into Gregory’s waiting arms, exhausted.
Chapter Five
Haley woke up to the sound of familiar voices whispering in the room.
“I’ve never awakened to find another man in my bed.” Gregory.
“Does it bother you?” Jason asked.
“What?”
“Waking up with another man. Does it bother you?”
“Not really,” he finally admitted after what Haley thought was an uncomfortable silence. “Just…not used to it.”
“Me neither,” Jason said. “Is it something we’re going to have to get used to?”
Haley didn’t breathe while she waited for the answer. She hoped they couldn’t tell she had awoken.
