Kit had let his clothes drop to the floor as he stripped, but the careful organization of the bedroom drew him up short. He went back and picked up his discarded garments, folded them, and set them carefully out of the way on the chest. Taking inventory of the items on the bed, he fastened the cock ring around the base of his burgeoning erection, the kiss in the hall and the anticipation of what was to come enough to have him already partially worked up. He smiled at the sight of the nipple clamps, the chain with the weights sitting next to it this time, and the medium-sized butt plug, the one that filled him but left him tight enough that he still felt Devon’s girth when he fucked Kit later. The restraints were familiar as well, but the last item brought him up short. He’d watched the horse trainers on set use crops on their mounts. He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about seeing one on the bed. Before his nerves could get the better of him, though, Jonathan’s arms closed around him from behind, his lips nuzzling Kit’s neck.
“Looks like Devon picked all your favorite toys,” Jonathan murmured. “Those clamps are going to look so good on you, kitten.” His erection nudged against Kit’s cheeks, but he resisted the urge to rut against the firm ass. Jonathan suspected he wouldn’t get off during the session; he could take care of his arousal, or one of his lovers would help him with it, once they were finished.
Kit pushed back against Jonathan, the thought of the clamps pinching his nipples stoking his need. Without thinking that Devon might object, he drew Jonathan’s fingers to his chest, asking silently for the stimulation his mind already anticipated.
Leaning forward so he could kiss Kit’s cheek, Jonathan plucked at the pebbled nubs on Kit’s chest. He didn’t expect to be able to touch Kit once the scene started, so he’d take advantage of the short time he had now. “Love you,” he murmured. “Devon’s going to make you feel so good.”
“Seems someone’s started without me,” Devon remarked from the doorway, though the humor in his voice made it clear he wasn’t really upset.
“What do you expect when you leave us alone?” Jonathan smiled unrepentantly, stepping back to finish undressing. He set his clothes beside Kit’s, retrieved his own cock ring from his pocket, and fastened it around himself before sinking gracefully to his knees.
Kit took a deep breath and moved in front of Devon, mimicking Jonathan’s pose. He wanted to speak, to offer himself to Devon again, but he needed this scene to go well, and so he schooled himself to silence, not wanting to break one of the earliest rules Devon had given them before the scene even began. Instead, he pressed his cheek against Devon’s thigh and made himself wait for whatever came next.
Devon let a hand settle on Kit’s hair, standing silent for a moment in thanks for these two exceptional men. Then he turned his head to look at Jonathan. “Bring me the cuffs.”
As Jonathan rose to do his bidding, Devon stroked soothingly through Kit’s hair. He could feel the slight tremble shaking Kit’s frame, but he judged it was anticipation, not fear. When Jonathan knelt before him, offering the suede-lined restraints, Devon took them and pointed Jonathan to move to the foot of the bed. “Arms behind you,” he directed Kit, unfastening the cuffs.
Kit crossed his wrists behind his back, unable to stop a shiver of delight when the soft restraints fastened, immobilizing his arms.
“Does that strain your back?” Devon asked, running a fingertip up the line of scar tissue from Kit’s scoliosis surgery.
Kit smiled, gratitude surging through him at the care Devon had always shown for the limitations of his condition. “No, it’s fine, Sir.” Another time he might have said more, might have thanked Devon for his concern, but he was trying hard to be a model sub.
“Good. Tell me if it starts to bother you.” Devon moved in front of Kit, mindful not to block his view of Jonathan. Kit’s expression gave no sign of objecting to the reminder, which to Devon’s mind wasn’t coddling—he’d be as cautious with Jonathan if the other man had injured himself during filming, but he hadn’t been sure Kit would take it the same way. Devon reached down to finger a nipple already tightened from Jonathan’s attentions. “Bring me the clamps, Jon.”
Jonathan retrieved the clamps and the weighted chain from the duvet. Though he kept his head down, he couldn’t resist an oblique glance at Kit, who presented a picture of submissive acceptance, his posture erect, head bowed. Jonathan presented the items to Devon and moved back to his place without being told, though his eyes remained on Kit.
“You seemed to enjoy these the last time we used them,” Devon said, holding his hand low enough that the clamps and accessories were clearly visible in his palm. “Since you did so well then, I thought we’d add the chain between them this time.”
Kit refrained from speaking or even from nodding eagerly, but he couldn’t stop from pushing his chest forward in invitation.
“Eager much?” Devon chuckled, giving the other nubbin a firm tweak.
“Very much so,” Kit replied, flashing a grin at Jonathan. Devon had asked him a question, after all.
Jonathan didn’t try to stop his grin in reply. Kit might never become a model sub, but his cheekiness was part of his charm, and he and Devon would never want that to change.
Devon merely shook his head, unable to rebuke Kit since he’d given the lad the opening to respond. “Cheeky brat,” he murmured affectionately as he slid the bead up the first clamp, spreading its tweezer-like teeth. Dropping to one knee, he caught the nipple he’d pinched between his lips, tugging and dampening it until it stood hard and erect. Then he fitted the clamp over the nub, adjusting the tension to hold firmly but without pain.
Kit’s breath caught in his throat when the constant pressure of the clamp replaced the wet heat of Devon’s mouth. Catching his lower lip between his teeth, he waited impatiently for Devon to adorn the other side.
Even the slight hitch of Kit’s breath was enough to start Devon hardening beneath his leathers. There was nothing as arousing as a responsive lover, and both of his were exceptional in that regard. Devon shifted to tease at Kit’s other nipple, already thrust out for his attentions. He nipped it a little harder than the first one, fastened the clamp, and then sat back on his heels to admire the effect.
Kit bit his lip harder to hold back the flow of pleas that wanted to escape. Devon had merely touched him and he already wanted to beg. He had no idea how he’d make it through the rest of the session without breaking at least that rule.
Devon removed the individual weights from the chain and ran the links between his fingers. “I’m going to fasten this to the two clamps first and then add the weights.” That would allow him to judge the point past which pleasurable awareness became pain. The chain itself was heavy enough to add a definite tug when he clipped it to the rings at the end of each clamp.
Kit moaned softly at the additional weight, every breath setting the chain swinging. He swayed as shivers of delight ran down his spine.
“You’re doing fine,” Devon praised, catching the arc of chain on his forefinger and tugging it just enough to pull the clamps taut on Kit’s chest. He smiled at Kit’s blissful hiss, selected one of the small weights, and fastened it to the center of the chain before letting it dangle free again. The rhythmic swing caught the light on the clamps’ crystal beads, setting them sparkling. Watching Kit’s face, Devon added a second weight to one side of the chain, then balanced it with a third on the opposite side, pausing when he caught a fleeting wince cross Kit’s face. “That’s enough, I think,” he murmured, skimming beneath the links to caress Kit’s skin with his fingertip. “Doesn’t he look beautiful, Jonathan?”
“Beautiful,” Jonathan agreed. He wished he’d been able to keep eye contact with Kit as Devon added the weights, but Kit had kept his eyes down, though from what Jonathan could see of his expression, it didn’t look like the discomfort was more than Kit could take. “Always.”
“Only for you, Sir,” Kit said, smiling at Devon before darting a glance at Jonathan.
Once Jonathan mig
ht have felt excluded by Kit’s comment, but the love in Kit’s gaze was so clear he had no doubt the statement included him as well as Devon. He smiled in response before turning his eyes to their Dom, hoping Kit’s speaking out of turn wouldn’t earn him a reprimand.
“Never going to break you of talking when you’re meant to be silent, am I?” Devon asked. “What am I going to do with you, sunshine?”
“Keep me, I hope?” Kit replied meekly. He had noticed the absence of gags on the bed and hoped that meant Devon didn’t really intend to deprive him of speech.
“No doubt of that,” Devon answered with a wry smile. “But I can hardly let you get away with flaunting the most basic rule.” He rose to his feet and turned to Jonathan. “Bring me the chair from the desk, Jon.”
Kit tensed at the mention of the chair they had used in their aborted session, but just as there had been no gags on the bed, the cane was equally absent. Whatever Devon intended, that was not it.
Jonathan set the chair at Kit’s side, letting his arm brush against Kit’s as he did so. It might earn him a rebuke in turn if Devon noticed it, but Devon had told Jonathan to be there for Kit, and he hoped the contact would remind Kit that he had Jonathan’s support in whatever happened next.
Devon let Jonathan’s touch pass without comment, glad he had found a way to remind Kit of his presence. He had plans to involve Jonathan even more, but he had Kit’s intransigence to deal with first. Grasping Kit’s shoulder, he helped him rise to his feet, and then turned him around to unfasten the chain that held the suede cuffs together. That this left Kit facing the chair on which he’d safeworded during the caning wasn’t lost on Devon. He rubbed Kit’s back in reassurance, hoping Kit’s trust in him would get him past the bitter memory. “Can you hold on to the chair and not let go, or should I refasten the chain between the slats?”
“I won’t let go,” Kit promised, grasping the top rail of the chair. He had no idea what Devon intended, but whatever it was, Kit didn’t want to be chained in place.
Kit’s position, leaning forward over the straight-backed chair, put his arse within tempting reach. Resisting for the moment, Devon ran his palm down the path of Kit’s spine, stopping before he reached his buttocks. He reached his other hand around Kit to give a light tug to the nipple chain, setting it swinging again. Only when the tightness in Kit’s muscles eased did Devon bring his hand down in two swift swats, one to each of Kit’s cheeks. “That’s for the first time you talked out of turn.”
Kit jumped in surprise at the love taps that stung slightly but didn’t really hurt. His movement caused the weights on the chain between the clamps to bounce lightly, adding a second sharp jolt of sensation. Then the import of Devon’s word penetrated. “First time? But the other times, you asked me questions!”
“That makes four,” Devon retorted. “You know a rhetorical question when you hear one.” Wrapping an arm around Kit’s chest to brace him (and incidentally setting the weighted chain to rocking wildly) he rained six more slaps to Kit’s backside, three to each cheek, turning them a lovely shade of blushing pink. Though judging by Kit’s wriggling reaction, he’d have been happy for Devon to continue, the spurious reasoning behind the spanking had been satisfied. Devon let the arm around Kit’s chest slide lower, grinning to himself when it bumped against a healthy erection. No doubt there that Kit was enjoying this! “Bring me the plug from the bed,” he directed Jonathan, giving Kit’s cock a quick tug before turning to open a drawer in his dresser.
Kit moaned happily at the thought of being filled, even if he would have preferred one of his lovers rather than a plug. He widened his stance to facilitate his penetration.
Jonathan returned with the butt plug just as Devon turned back with an obviously depleted tube of lube. He winked at Jonathan before holding the tube low enough to be in Kit’s line of vision. “We seem to have a slight problem here,” he drawled, dangling the empty tube. “What do you think we should do about it, Jonathan?”
“Let me rim him,” Jonathan answered promptly, all but slavering at the prospect of being allowed to take an active part in the scene. “Sir,” he added belatedly, recognizing that Devon’s obsessive preparation would never have overlooked something as essential as having enough lube on hand.
“Go ahead, then,” Devon agreed, ruffling Jonathan’s hair as he dropped to his knees behind Kit.
Shifting his hands to the side of the chair, Kit let his palms slide down until they rested against the seat. The new position pushed his arse out directly into Jonathan’s face.
“I didn’t say you could move,” Devon objected, swatting Kit’s upraised bum. “I don’t like the strain that will put on your back either. Stand up again.”
Kit moved back into position, but even the reprimand couldn’t temper his anticipation when Jonathan’s hands parted his cheeks. Devon was a genius, Kit decided as Jonathan grasped his tingling backside. Jonathan’s touch was no firmer than usual, but Kit’s skin was ultrasensitive thanks to the spanking Devon had given him. He knew better than to expect Jonathan to dive right in, but it didn’t make waiting any easier. By the time Jonathan’s tongue finally made contact, Kit was mewling with rapture.
Despite his own eagerness, Jonathan started slowly, drawing his tongue along Kit’s crease, wetting it thoroughly before focusing his attention on the quavering rosette. He traced its circumference, lapping over it without penetrating until he could feel Kit trembling against his palms. Before Kit could draw Devon’s ire again by speaking, Jonathan curled his tongue and pierced the ringed muscle, experience having taught him the cadence that would drive Kit wild.
Jonathan was glad he’d had the foresight to put on his cock ring before they’d gotten started. The moaning and gasping sounds Kit made while Jonathan’s tongue wet and spread him went straight to Jonathan’s groin, hardening him almost painfully. If he hadn’t needed both hands to keep Kit’s cheeks apart, he’d be hard-pressed to keep from stroking himself to climax. As it was, he channeled all that need into delving as deep into Kit as his tongue could reach, inching his thumbs closer until he could work them in to spread the passage even wider in preparation for the thickness of the plug.
Devon remembered from the days they’d spent trapped by the mudslides how much Kit loved being rimmed. Watching the joy with which Jonathan tongue-fucked Kit now was nearly as arousing as if Devon had been doing it himself. He popped open a button on his leathers to ease the growing pressure on his cock as Kit’s lewd noises increased in volume and intensity. The lad was close, without question. There was little doubt Jonathan was about to bring him there.
Nearly wild with the need to climax, Kit lifted his head to meet Devon’s eyes. “Please, Sir, I need to come.”
Noting that Kit had again spoken out of turn, which would play nicely into the next stage of Devon’s plans, he simply answered, “Go ahead and come, then. But I’m not taking off your ring.”
Now that he had Devon’s permission to make Kit come, Jonathan decided that was tacit approval for more than just rimming. Besides, this scene was all about Kit—Devon wouldn’t want to sidetrack things by stopping to discipline Jonathan. Not that Jonathan would care either way, as long as he could bring Kit to climax first. Flicking his tongue back and forth in the constricting channel, he eased one of his hands down until he could cup Kit’s heavy sac, massaging the balls with his fingers, hoping the extra attention would be enough to push Kit over the edge.
The added provocation of Jonathan’s hand started Kit’s orgasm tingling at the base of his spine. The cock ring held it back to some extent, but it didn’t take long before nothing could stop him from coming. His cock twitched dryly as all the sensations spread outward through his limbs, leaving his knees weak and his muscles trembling.
Jonathan remembered the muffled intensity of coming through his cock ring, and he did all he could to prolong the sensations, his tongue stroking as much of the quivering passage as it could reach while he rolled Kit’s still-full balls in his palm.
When Kit’s hips finally buckled, the sagging posture pulling his ass away from Jonathan’s face, he dared a gentle caress of Kit’s cock, capturing the single pearl of liquid at its tip, before sitting back to wait for Devon’s next command. Devon nodded him silently back to his previous spot beside the bed, turning his attention, as he should, back to Kit. Jonathan raised his fingers to his lips and savored the taste of Kit’s bliss.
Devon ran a gentle hand up and down Kit’s back until the worst trembling stopped, coming to rest just at the top curve of his buttocks. “Did Jon open you well enough to take the plug?” he asked. “Or do I need to send him off to find some more lube?”
Devon had asked Kit that question once before, at the beach cottage, but Kit’s reaction this time was completely different. “Yes, Sir, I can take it,” Kit said breathlessly. The last thing he wanted was for Jonathan to leave the room.
The first time Devon had asked Kit that question, it was early days in their relationship, and he’d never used a plug on him before. They’d played with enough plugs of varying sizes since then that Devon had no doubt Kit could take this one easily, or he’d have retrieved the full tube of lube from his drawer without even asking Kit the question. Still, it stoked his pride when Kit answered without hesitation. Devon dipped two fingers inside Kit’s moist passage, spreading them easily, more proof if he’d needed it of the efficacy of Jonathan’s efforts. Keeping his fingers in place, he slotted the tapered head of the plug between them, easing it inside slowly enough to minimize any remaining discomfort when the resilient ring stretched to accept the wider base. “Good lad,” he praised when Kit had taken it all.
Kit squirmed a little as the plug came to rest directly against his prostate. Every little movement would drive him wild. Hoping to provoke at least a few more swats, Kit turned to look at Devon over his shoulder. “Feels good, Sir, but not as good as your cock.”
Devon had to laugh at Kit’s comment—the lad was playing so perfectly into his plans, Devon could almost believe he’d read the script. “You’re just asking for another spanking, aren’t you?”
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