by C. R. Moss
“Good. I, too, will no longer impinge my thoughts upon you or seek out yours telepathically either. A more even playing ground, no?” Kol flicked Jack’s dick, then strolled over to the cage. “I believe it’s time the three of us came together. Release some of the sexual tension we’ve all been feeling, yes?”
With each rod he pulled out, more color returned to Kristina’s skin. He freed her from the restraints, pulled her into his arms, cradling her like a baby, and moved away from the prison she’d been in.
Of course with the gags in their mouths, neither Jack nor Kristina could answer the creature in agreement or disagreement. Jack, leaning toward agreeing with the fiend, found himself looking forward to relieving his erection. It irked him, though, to see Kol touching his girl in such a manner. Jack also didn’t want to lose her from his sight. Luckily, through some unseen force, the contraption that tethered him in place rotated and followed their movements.
Kol stopped at a barrel supported on a short four-legged, black frame. The short ends of the barrel sat in curved beams. The creature had her kneel before him. From beneath the table, he produced some shiny red material. “Put your arms above your head,” he instructed.
Without any attempt to disobey, Kristina lifted her arms, and he dressed her in what appeared to be long opera gloves. The arm coverings were laced together, not allowing her to separate her limbs nor move them very easily.
“Good girl.” Once more, he picked her up. This time he laid her on the barrel.
Jack hoped the weird piece of furniture was well sanded and smooth. It would suck if she wound up with splinters in her back.
The creature spread her legs, cuffed her ankles then chained them each to a leg of the frame. Her arms dangled together over her head, and he fastened two chains from the other two legs of the barrel table to the glove. Laying in quiet repose, she closed her eyes.
The chain between her two clamped nipples stretched between her breasts that had spread apart. The others attached to the harness did the same, creating silver lines against her skin. He left the bit in her mouth.
Thank God she’s flexible, Jack thought. She also appeared pretty secure on there. He didn’t think he’d have to be concerned about her falling off.
The beast strode toward him. Something grated on the floor behind Jack. He kept his gaze focused on Kol’s eyes. One, because he couldn’t stomach looking at the rest of him. Two, because he needed to show he couldn’t be intimidated.
“I am going to release you,” Kol stated. “Then we are going to pleasure her, you and I.”
“Uh-uh,” Jack mumbled around the gag and shook his head.
Kol grasped his cock and stroked it. “Either you willingly join me with her, or I will have her prepare me so I can seek my pleasure through you. You said you were up for anything with me, did you not? So will you join me over there?”
In the moments Jack took to decide, Kol morphed back into the handsome man who’d danced on stage. He continued running his hand up and down Jack’s length. Kol’s gentle, yet firm, touch enticed him, made him yearn for relief. Was he ready to see what a man had to offer? He wasn’t sure, but if it didn’t happen with Kol, then like he said he’d pleasure Kristina and through her would gain some satisfaction. Jack offered a muffled, “Yes. Okay.” He followed with a nod for clarification.
The contraption lowered. Kol unhooked his ankles. Once his feet were on the floor, Kol released his arms. Blood whooshed to the limbs that had been immobile for who knew how long. Jack’s head wavered, and his body staggered as if he’d had too much to drink.
“Sit.”
Kol has a good idea. Jack’s calves hit something sturdy. He dropped into the chair.
“You may sit there until you gain your composure. Just don’t remove the gag. Once you feel right again, come join us.” Kol snapped his fingers. The restraints Jack had been attached to rolled up to the ceiling.
Electric tingles raced up and down Jack’s arms and legs. He rubbed his extremities, and as much as he wanted to free his mouth and relieve his jaw, he kept from touching the gag, not wanting to anger their host, especially when he had Kristina over a barrel—literally.
Kol stood between Kristina’s legs, running his hands along her thighs. One hand disappeared between them. Kristina twitched. The position of the table and her body blocked his view of what Kol did. Though he could guess what the creature was doing to her and didn’t like it, the act of voyeurism fired up his desire.
Licking a finger, Kol stepped out from between her legs, trailed a hand up her torso and cupped a breast. He looked over at Jack. “Are you about ready?”
Nodding, Jack stood, checked his balance, took a few steps, and finding he could walk without falling over, he went to them. Kol directed him to take his place between her legs as he positioned himself at her head and removed her gag.
Once again, one of Kol’s hands dropped out of sight, and when it reappeared, it held two small foil packets. He tossed one to Jack.
Condoms. Interesting how someone—some thing—that was considered a beast thought of safety.
Kol bent over and maneuvered around as if undressing. Seconds later he lobbed his pants and thong toward the chair. He coaxed his cock into her mouth.
Jealous frustration wound its way through Jack. He hated seeing and knowing anyone other than him was with his woman. Yet, despite his feelings, there was something familiar about the scene, something comforting. He didn’t sense Kol anywhere in his mind, so he didn’t believe he was being influenced.
He glanced down at his girlfriend, whose back was bent over the modified table. A tuft of red hair curled right above the opening of her pussy. Had they still been able to speak to each other telepathically, she’d probably ask him what he was waiting for. He’d have to reply that he didn’t know.
The foil packet tore with ease. Jack sheathed himself and entered her. Her hips jerked in response, and she moaned—either from his rocking or from Kol’s cock in her mouth—he wasn’t sure.
“That’s right, baby,” Kol crooned. “Take me in. Take all of me in.”
Jack’s gaze jumped from where he was connected to Kristina to Kol. The sight before him wavered, flashed to a forested background. He had his cock in a woman who was bent over and sucking on a man with long auburn hair. Jack blinked. The view returned to Kol and the pleasure den.
Kristina shifted her hips toward him, her cue for Jack to go faster and harder. Who was he not to oblige her? He thrust in and out of her, rocking his hips when he planted himself deep inside her hot center. Pleasurable sensations curled and built in his groin. The thrilling charge of his release spilled from him. As his rapture subsided, it seemed Kol’s was just beginning.
Bliss appeared to be written all over his features as he thrust into her mouth one last time and stilled. “Well done,” he said. “Later, we’ll get together again, but for now it’s time to sleep.” Kol waved a hand in front of him.
That was the last thing Jack remembered.
****
Conjuring a wet cloth, Kol stepped back from Jack and Kristina. He cleaned himself. The enchantment he cast to change into human form faded. He was glad he still had some energy left from spending the day and evening at the club to get a blow job. The shifting into and holding onto human form normally drained him and made him useless.
Moving around the table, he went to attend to his newest guest. He maneuvered Jack with ease away from Kristina, tended to him and re-hooked him in the restraints. Strength was one benefit of being in the beast form. Not that he wasn’t strong to begin with in his original form, but there was something about being a beast that heightened all his characteristics. Well, at least the darker, more evil ones.
He studied the tall man, cuffed and chained and hanging in the air. Jack was a wonderful specimen of man in his current incarnation—dark hair, dark eyes, and lean muscular body. Absolutely beautiful.
But he, himself, wasn’t. Not in beast form anyway. And, no longer did he
want to be dark or evil or some ugly creature around Jack and Kristina. He wanted to be their everything, the light in their eyes, the love in their hearts. If only the two of them would —
“Sir?” Sidero’s voice squeaked out of the phone’s speaker on his desk.
With a mere command of his mind, the talk button pressed down. “Yes?”
“Are your guests there?”
Once more he looked upon the restrained man, a gag stretching his lovely mouth. He reached out and ran a finger along Jack’s cock. It swelled a fraction. Even in sleep he responds. Just like old times. Nice. Forcing himself away from Jack, he went to his desk.
“They are here, but you may speak freely.”
His mind wandered as Sidero listed the day’s events and what had been and had not been accomplished. Sidero. The poor woman. She’d had no luck at all. Husband died in a war. Her son soon followed in his footsteps, and her daughter had been taken away by a nefarious suitor due to the girl’s own arrogance and stupidity. Then Sidero had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Over the past few centuries, he’d tried to make it up to her. After all, it was because of him they were in this predicament. But the woman was bitter. He couldn’t blame her for her feelings either. Especially now.
When she’d informed him that she’d located Jack and Kristina and that they were together, he praised and sent thanks to all the Gods and Goddesses he could think of, then immediately had set about making plans.
Sidero hadn’t wanted to hear his claims that their luck was turning. She’d given up ever believing she’d have a normal life again.
That was fine. He had enough excitement for the future and faith that all would turn out well for the both of them. Beautiful Kristina. He gazed upon her form resting on the barrel. She’d been with him for three days and finally seemed to be coming around to accepting a friendship with him. The first several hours had been rocky, though, with her many attempts at escape. Fortunate for him his home was enchanted. She couldn’t disappear at will. After what seemed to be the hundredth try, he’d broken down, cast a spell over her, put her in the cage and probed her mind.
Memories he’d hoped she’d have by now were nowhere to be found. Unfortunate, but he was sure they’d finally return during her stay.
Then there was gorgeous Jack. Kol studied the man’s lean form again, the muscles of his back and legs straining from the restraints, the tight ass he couldn’t wait to taste and fuck. Eventually, he would come to know his past lives and their history.
“Sir?”
Kol’s attention snapped back to the phone. “Yes. Go ahead with the Labor Day party at the club.” Another perk of his existence. Though his mind tended to wander, he still understood and could recite back what was going on and being said around him. “And that’s great that the club has already recouped our costs of tracking them down and moving to Las Vegas. See? Didn’t I tell you everything would work out fine?”
“Yes, Kol. You did.”
Sidero didn’t sound convinced. At a loss about what he could do for her anymore, he shook his head.
“Shall I meet you in your quarters tonight?”
The thread of hope in her voice sent a pang of guilt through him. “We discussed this, Sidero. Now that I’m with them, I need to keep myself from other distractions. I’m sorry.”
“But what about my needs?”
He hated the whine in her voice. She had such a strong, independent spirit that groveling didn’t become her. “I left a supply of my blood for you in the fridge in my office at the club. You can use that. Just don’t be greedy with it. Make sure you ration it out because I don’t know how long this is going to take or even if it’s going to work.”
“And?”
Kol sighed. “And as for your other need, I’m sure there are some fine young studs in the club you could take advantage of. Just keep your teeth to yourself.”
She huffed. “Fine. If that’s your wish. But what about you?”
“That is my wish, and as for my nutritional needs, I still have the emergency supply of your blood. I’ll be fine for quite a while.”
“All right. Is there anything you require before I go off duty for the night?”
“No, Sidero.” He glanced at his guests with a smile on his face. “I believe I have everything I need right here.”
Chapter Six
Bizarre dreams plagued Jack’s uncomfortable slumber. In some, an unseen male tormentor punished him in all sorts of fashions. Depending upon the scenario, they were either in a forest or in an underground cavern, and Jack found himself either tied against a tree, chained to a rack or trussed up in some other creative way. Though he sensed the whipping and binding—and occasional sexual liaison with the man—was meant as punishment, he also derived intense pleasure from the acts. The man knew of the enjoyment he derived, and used it to his advantage. The two of them seemed to be more than just the punisher and the punished.
Jack jerked in his sleep as the thought of having a wet dream flitted through his mind.
In the next dream, that seemed stronger than the others, he hiked in a winter forest. Patches of snow littered the ground and draped off the bare branches of trees. It was a beautiful scene, peaceful, so different than seeing the slushy gray snow and ice that he was accustomed to encountering while living in northern cities in his youth.
As he walked, he used a long staff for balance in one hand while in the other he kept a heavy velvet robe closed at his chest. He wondered at the fact that the biting cold wasn’t bothering him. He abhorred winter and icy temperatures. Yet, strolling in these woods, he found he quite enjoyed the subzero temps, the nip in the air, the frost patterns on the bushes—all strangely beautiful and comforting.
Farther down the path, a river flowed and gurgled around ice blocks and frozen rocks. Beneath the ice laden branches of a tree and next to the water knelt a young woman who appeared in fervent prayer. Her strawberry blonde hair covered her shoulders. Her dark red dress accentuated the snow and her creamy skin.
He approached her. “My dear, how are you out here without proper attire?”
She gazed at him with a pair of bewitching hazel eyes. “Father, have you arrived to help me atone for my sins?”
Father? Perhaps he was a priest? “Sins? I know nothing of your sins, and you have yet to answer my question.”
“I assure you I am most comfortable.”
Confused, he tilted his head. Her voice had changed from the last time she spoke.
“I told you. I am fine,” Kristina’s husky voice roused him from his dream.
Through slit eyes, he peered at the pair. Kol, in his fiend form, walked around a cubed, steel-post frame that was larger than his six feet. Kristina hung from it on some sort of swing. Her arms were stretched up and attached to the frame via her wrist cuffs and short chains. The same went for her legs except the longer chain hooked to her ankles allowed her knees to bend.
“You are a difficult woman,” Kol stated, picking up an apparatus from beneath the swing. A long, thick dildo jutted out from the end of a curved bar. He inserted the hot pink dick into her pussy then attached the other end to the bottom of the swing.
Kristina squirmed. The dildo slid in and out of her. “I thought you liked that about me,” she said between sharp intakes of breath.
The creature stepped back, appearing to appraise her. “I’d like you better if you’d quit trying my patience and making escape attempts.”
“Kol, my dear, we’ve been through this already. I’m getting a little stir crazy. All I wanted to do was check out the grounds.”
Jack recognized the flirtatious lilt in her voice. How could she banter like that with the creature? Especially with me in the room?
“Yeah, right. And my father was the tooth fairy.”
A sigh escaped her, and she rolled her eyes. “Fine. Maybe I was trying to get out of here. Or maybe I wanted to pretend I was so that you’d have to punish me, and we could find my hard limits.”
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bsp; Kol shook his head. A new restraint appeared in his hand. He stood behind her and rubbed her shoulder. “You don’t have any hard limits or soft either. You never had.”
“Huh? And how would you know that?”
“Later. All in due time.” Kol stroked her cheek. “Now open wide for me.”
She obeyed, and he popped a red ball into her mouth and fastened the black straps attached to it around her head.
“Good girl.” He pinched a nipple then slapped her breast.
Kristina moaned and writhed, bouncing on the swing. The fake penis fucked her.
“You like that, don’t you?” The creature spanked her tit again.
Jack had seen and heard enough. He cleared his throat.
Kol glanced up and caught his gaze. “Ah, you’re awake. I hope you had a good sleep.”
He attempted a shrug as the creature sauntered over to him.
“It looks like other bits and bobs are popping up to say hello as well.” Kol flicked Jack’s cock.
Jack squirmed but couldn’t escape the man’s touch. He hoped Kol would stop toying with his penis or else he might lose control and ejaculate all over the guy.
“Now, now, Jack. Behave. Or else I won’t share my plans with you.”
Plans? Jack settled in his restraints and bobbed his head.
“Excellent.” Kol circled his body, scraping a claw against Jack’s skin as he did.
The heat of the scratch cutting into his skin burned, but instead of it being painful, the slice sent pleasurable tingles through him. Kol spanked an ass cheek. Jack didn’t think it was possible, but his cock hardened more.
“That was for not liking my touch before.” The creature came around to face him. “Disobey me or try to escape and I will mete out something harsher to deal with your insubordination. Understand?”
Jack nodded.
“Brilliant. What I want to do is release you from the bonds and gag and spend some time with you. You have to promise that you’ll be good though. Me angry is something no one should have to see. Blink once if you understand and accept.”
