by Lori King
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The look Foster gave her was hesitant, but his training kicked in and he offered up his wrists without complaint. Ana gave him a gentle smile, pleased with his submission. She knew that he would do anything to please her, but if he hadn’t given the okay for this to happen, she would have turned Wyatt down in a heartbeat. In this part of their life they were on equal ground. There was no way she would risk losing him, and it encouraged her to note that his cock was long and hard in front of the other man. Desire was definitely not an issue.
Once she had his wrists bound with soft black padded cuffs, she looped the center of the material over the large hook hanging from the ceiling. She enjoyed this particular room because of its set-up. It had an automated suspension system where several hooks in various places could be used to lift and hold a submissive in place safely, and thick plush carpeting, along with extra pads for the floor. If a submissive slipped for some reason and fell, the landing wouldn’t be as harsh. She planned on making Foster hurt because he enjoyed it, but she didn’t want to do him permanent harm.
With his hands occupied, she removed several other items from her collection of tools and moved in front of him. Wyatt stood silently as she’d commanded, waiting for instruction like a proper submissive. Perhaps there was hope for him after all.
Bringing her face close to Foster’s, she used her tongue to trace the outline of his lips and then bit down hard on the bottom one. He didn’t even whimper, and she felt her clit throb. His eyelashes fluttered and then lowered, as he began to feel the effects of his surroundings and relax into his submission. She loved the hazy look in his eyes when he was giving himself to her.
Kissing him passionately, her tongue slid into his mouth, battling with his, because this was the one area where he refused to submit. Their kisses were always shared, with neither playing the dominant. She enjoyed that part of him, because it made him more human. He once told her that kissing was his favorite intimacy, and that if he could spend the rest of his life with his mouth fused to hers, he would starve and die a happy man.
When they drew apart, she slipped a black plastic ball gag around his head and between his now puffy red lips. He bit down on it, his eyes sparking with desire and anticipation.
“Taste the rubber, pet. I prepared it especially for you tonight.” When his eyes went wide, she knew he’d figured out her meaning. It hadn’t taken but a moment to slide the ball of the gag through the juices coating her pussy. From the instant she’d decided to allow Wyatt into their evening play she’d been soaked and horny as hell. She’d managed to prepare a few things in anticipation of their scene just before the dinner call sounded. She enjoyed giving Foster a taste of what was to come, and she planned to let one of her boys lick her clean later.
While he was still absorbing the taste of the special gag, she bent her head and licked his nipple, tweaking it until it stood at attention for her. A quick movement and she was snapping a magnetic clamp over the hard bud, and relishing in his hiss of surprise.
She quickly followed suit on the other nipple, and she linked the two via a chain that hung well past his navel to his groin. His cock was already standing stiff, and she paused just long enough to stroke her fingernail from root to tip. A drop of pre-cum beaded on her fingertip and she carried the prize like a precious gift to Wyatt a few feet away.
His eyes went round, but he dutifully opened his mouth and accepted the offering of the Foster’s arousal, sucking the length of her finger firmly, and teasing the tang from her fingertip with his tongue. She could see the hunger in his golden eyes as his tongue wrapped around her tingling digit, and she heard herself sigh with pleasure. Stepping closer, she palmed the hard length of his cock through his jeans, and teasingly brushed her lips over his.
“How does he taste?” she whispered against him, feeling the increase in his breathing as his desire grew.
“Salty. Sweet. Good.”
Disjointed as his response was, she could tell he meant what he said, and she gave him an appreciative smile before she turned back to her suspended pet. Foster was as close to perfect as a man could get in her eyes.
In their everyday life he was her partner, providing a shoulder to lean on when necessary, but never attempting to overwhelm her. He was content in most things to walk his own path, as was she. It was only in the bedroom where he knelt for her, and gave her full and complete authority over his person. He trusted her. The knowledge was as humbling as it was addictive.
There was a time in her life when she’d been forced into submission herself, and it was that personal hell she relived in her nightmares. The experience kept her from expecting submission, and gave their relationship strong roots, but a hazy future. The “L” word had never slipped past her lips, but he’d never pushed her for it. She would be lost without him, and they both knew it. The few times they’d discussed marriage, she’d brushed him off, but not because she didn’t want him. She just wasn’t sure she was capable of being someone’s wife.
Shaking off her musings for better pursuits, she assessed his pain level. “Number?”
With his mouth full of the rubber gag he wasn’t able to speak, but after all these years they had a code worked out. Three blinks assured her that he was well below his comfortable threshold, and the fire blazing in their muted blue depths encouraged her to reach for him again.
One more set of clamps to apply and then they could really settle into this scene. It only took a moment for her to collect the clothespins from her toy bag, and move back to his side. He held perfectly still, body relaxed, eyelids heavy with desire. She noted that his gaze seemed to drift back to Wyatt every time he wasn’t looking directly at her, and she couldn’t have been more pleased, or more turned on. Perhaps her plan for tonight would be less about the pleasure he received from pain, and more about them sharing their new partner.
The moment she snapped the clothespin to the soft loose skin of his scrotum was delicious. He let out a soft groan of pain, and his abs tightened, but otherwise he held his position, letting her do as she pleased to his sexy body. His need for pain with pleasure was something she’d learned to balance safely, and she’d even begun to find some joy in it herself. She wasn’t a sadist in the true sense, but she enjoyed bringing her submissive to release, and if he needed pain to get there, she would gladly provide it.
Sliding her hands from his balls up his hair-free waxed belly to his clamped nipples, she pulled sharply until he groaned, this time loud enough for Wyatt to hear it. She could feel the eyes of the party voyeurs watching them as a few people moved into the room, but in her mind all that mattered were the two subs she had in her charge.
Tugging a little harder on the chain that dangled from Foster’s nipples, she attached the loop at the end of the chain to one of the clothespins. It made both sets of clamps taut so that each of the three pieces created painful sensations that she deliberately increased when she bent and took his long cock in her mouth, sucking it to the back of her throat.
The salty taste of him burst on her tongue and she heard herself moan around her mouthful. Dragging her teeth over the tender skin of his shaft, she released him with a pop.
“You look magnificent pet,” she said as she pressed a kiss to his jawline, and looked over to see how Wyatt was fairing. The other man’s muscles were taut, and his jaw flexed as he fought to remain in place as she’d bid. She also noted that his eyes were focused on Foster’s abused balls, and firm cock. The bound man couldn’t see their new partner from his hanging position, so she filled him in. “Judging by the hard-on in our boy’s jeans I would say he thinks so too. Isn’t that right, Wyatt?”
“Yes Mistress. He’s definitely magnificent,” Wyatt said gruffly, drawing his eyes away from Foster’s body to meet hers for a brief moment. His golden gaze still held a little uncertainty, even if he was turned on.
“Hand me the paddle boy.” She instructed, moving around behind Foster, without ever removing her hands from him. She knew that
he preferred to be touched during their scenes. It helped ground him, so that he didn’t panic when he was trussed up like a turkey. Of course, after six years, her touching him was based more on her affection than her concern for him at this point. He knew she’d never leave him hanging for long.
Smiling at her silent joke, she warmed his ass with a few quick swats of her hand, accepting the burn of impact in her palm and letting it wash over her. His skin turned a light shade of pink, and she felt the euphoria of power as he accepted the spanking without a sound.
The paddle she held, was Foster’s special paddle. She’d had it made for him for Christmas a couple years earlier. It was made of dense Ash wood, and it had several holes drilled into it, but the best part was that it had her name in raised letters on the flat, making it possible for her to brand his skin every time she used it on him.
The suede wrapped handle fit comfortably in her palm, and she settled herself to the weight of it before landing a loud thud across his ass cheeks. He jerked in his bindings, a natural reaction to being taken by surprise, but once the shock had worn off, he resumed his stance. She let her arm swing again, but he was expecting it this time and he held his place.
Pleased, she made sure to vary her swings as she reddened his ass and the backs of his thighs. Her mouth watered when he began to clench his cheeks after each swing. He was feeling the burn now. His skin would be stinging enough that stroking her palm over it would be excruciatingly erotic for him.
Another quick check on Wyatt found him watching her motions with what looked like envy in his eyes. His cock was a firm bulge behind his zipper, and she found herself aching to get on with the scene so that she could watch him use that massive beast on her sweet Foster.
Moving to face Foster, she whispered softly, “He wants you, pet. I can see it in his eyes. He wants to possess you. To sink his cock into your ass and make you scream with pain. But you’re mine.”
To add to the effect of her words, she slapped the paddle against the hard muscle of his thigh. The blow was hard enough that his skin reddened almost instantly, and she could read her own name in the mark. “See, that says “Ana” not “Wyatt” so no matter how much you like taking a real life cock in your tight ass, you’ll still be mine.”
It was the first time she’d really admitted her own fear, and she saw it register in his beautiful blue-grey eyes. If he realized that he needed a man more than a woman, where would that leave her? She couldn’t accept another Dominant into their relationship. It wasn’t in her nature, but Foster needed to fulfill this desire. If for no other reason, than to validate his sexuality to himself once and for all. She could give him this. She could explore his darkest desires, but would she still be enough for him when it was over?
Dropping the paddle to the dresser top, she picked up an exquisite soft leather flogger with a dozen of falls that would sting on his already heated skin. She loved the feel of a flogger in her hand, but even more, she loved the sound of it as it swung through the air and made contact with skin.
Alternating sharp swings with soft ones, she moved her way back around his body, pleased with the sweat that rolled down the column of his spine. It was time to rev this engine a bit, she decided. She retrieved a small bottle of lube, and began to work it between Foster’s ass cheeks, stroking his tight ring gently, until it began to relax. The moment he welcomed the tip of her finger there, she forced her way in all the way as a reminder of who was in control of their scene, enjoying his grunt at the invasion.
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Ana was going to kill him tonight. Instead of letting him join in the scene, she was making him stand to the side like a child in a timeout. It was frustrating, and he was turned on like he’d never been before. He loved watching her work Foster over, she was an absolute master at what she did. She knew exactly where to hit to inflict pain, or bring pleasure, and she knew just how far to push without taking it so far that the party was over early.
Wyatt could only watch them, the woman he craved with a need stronger than the one to breathe, as she branded her pet. He would love to have her name all over his flesh. All she had to do was give him the signal and he’d take Foster’s place without hesitation. The man he desired more than any other person he’d met. He wanted Foster’s cock in his hands, on his tongue, and in his body. Simultaneously he wanted to throw the other man to the floor and take him, empty his seed deep inside his body, claiming him as his own.
To his surprise, she took that moment to step to his side, hands wet with lube from playing with Foster’s ass, and finally give him his instructions.
Suck Foster’s cock.
In front of all of these people, he was supposed to lower himself to his knees in front of another man, and put his dick in his mouth for the first time in his life. He wanted to. Maybe that’s what surprised him the most. The fact that he wanted to taste more of Foster.
Ana hadn’t waited for his response. She’d moved back to what she was doing as quickly as she’d spoken, never doubting that Wyatt would comply. He wouldn’t let her down.
Even with the desire coursing through him so strong, fear trickled down his spine, as he moved toward the strung up man. When he stepped into Foster’s line of sight, he saw lust, and acceptance, as well as the submission here. He wasn’t actually submitting to Foster. It was there clear as day, the roles were clearly reversed, even if Wyatt was the one on his knees. Somehow that made it easier, and he gave the bound man, a reassuring smile before he lowered himself to the floor in front of him.
Foster’s cock was long, easily eight and a half inches, but it was thinner than Wyatt’s, and he thanked the lord for small miracles. If he was going to take a cock up his ass, he wanted it to be a slim one.
The balls hanging beneath were red and inflamed because of the clamps attaching his scrotum to his nipples. The moment he reached out and cupped Foster’s cock, he felt powerful. Scared out of his mind, but powerful beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He held Foster’s pleasure in his hands, in a very literal way, and just inches away he could see and feel Ana’s fingers spreading Foster open, preparing him for whatever she had in mind next.
Opening his mouth as wide as he could, Wyatt slid the head of Foster’s cock between his lips, and suckled at it gently. It didn’t taste bad, which was another concern he’d had, and it didn’t feel bad, just odd. The skin was soft on his tongue, but the shaft was hard as steel, and it stretched his lips awkwardly. All in all it wasn’t unpleasant he decided, and he began to move.
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Foster groaned and strained in his bonds when Wyatt’s hot mouth wrapped around his aching cock. Pleasure surged through his body like nothing he’d ever felt before. Every touch from either of his partners, sent white hot electricity coursing through the nerves of his body, and he was helpless to stop it. Cum boiled in his balls, as Ana pressed her fingers deep into his anal passage, while Wyatt simultaneously found his way into the homosexual realm.
They were going to kill him with pleasure between them. Whimpering as he bit down on the rubber ball between his teeth, his taste buds reacted to his Mistress’s treat. Her flavor burst through his consciousness, at the same time as her fingers pressed against his prostate and Wyatt’s teeth grazed down the length of his shaft, and he shuddered violently.
Arching against his bonds, he pushed his cock further into the other man’s mouth, and then rocked back on Ana’s fingers. A seesawing motion that was extremely effective, and in short time he was groaning and shivering with the pent up need to come.
He felt Ana’s hand slide around his hip, and reach for the clips attached to his most sensitive skin, and he froze. This was the best and the worst part of play for him. He wanted the rush of pain, he needed it, but at the same time, it fucking hurt. With a quick hand flick, the clips were gone and his balls filled with blood again. Pain washed through him as he screamed in exquisite agony. He never even noticed her removing the nipple clamps, all he heard was one whispered phrase from his Mistress in
his ear.
“Now pet.”
Cum shot into Wyatt’s mouth, drawing a surprised choke from the other man, and a chuckle from Ana as she continued thrusting her fingers into Foster’s ass until he’d emptied every drop from his testicles. His vision grayed, and he could feel his body trembling, as his weight collapsed, straining his shoulders under the tension of the suspension.
He felt strong arms wrap around him, lifting him to relieve the pressure, and within moments his wrists were released, and he was helped across the room to the bed amidst murmurs of thanks from various voyeurs taking in the scene. Faintly he acknowledged in his head that Ana must have ushered the audience out of the room ending the show, because Wyatt’s broad chest was braced under his cheek, and his arms were still tightly banded around his body, holding and soothing him.
A tilt of his neck brought his head up to find the other man watching him, his lips only inches away. They shared a breath and Foster was transported to the moment in the bathroom when their passion for each other had first erupted. Instead of a battle for domination, this time Wyatt’s kiss was tender, and hesitant. They shared a moment of intimacy, and Foster tasted himself on the other man’s tongue, before Ana approached the side of the bed, and they broke apart to face their mistress.
Chapter 9
Timar had been watching.
The thought bounced through Wyatt’s head like the ball in a pinball machine. The moment Foster had collapsed forward, he’d been ready and without waiting for approval from Ana, he’d lifted the tall, lean man into his arms and turned toward the bed. To his shock his eyes had clashed with Timar’s.
