Keith smiled down at her. “It’s the big day. Any second thoughts?”
She reached down to stroke Scott’s head while reaching up to touch Keith’s stubbly cheek. “No, Sir. No second thoughts.”
“Good.” He grabbed Scott’s head, holding his cock deep inside Scott’s mouth as Keith’s orgasm hit him, making him groan. Then he pulled Scott off his cock and pushed his head toward her pussy. “Make her come, then you may fuck her.”
Keith pinned her wrists over her head, staring down into her eyes as Scott dove between her legs and went to town.
Keith grinned, transferring her wrists to one hand while reaching down to lightly tug on her nipple rings, back and forth, triggering her first orgasm.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “I’ve trained you well, haven’t I?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Scott climbed on top of her and started fucking her, hard, fast, deep, all the while with Keith still holding her wrists and playing with her nipples. She knew Scott wouldn’t take long to get off as obviously horny as he was, and wondered how long the men had been awake with Keith tormenting him before she finally opened her eyes.
As soon as Scott had climaxed, Keith snapped his fingers and pointed.
Scott pulled out and dove between her legs again, ever the good boy, cleaning her up and drawing one more orgasm out of her before he finished.
Keith smiled as he watched them together. “This is better than TV. Why are we even paying for cable?”
“For the Internet service,” she gasped.
“Ah. True.” He cupped his free hand over her throat, staring down into her eyes as Scott the overachiever started driving her toward yet another orgasm. “We do need that.” His intense gaze bore down into hers and for a moment she wondered if she’d ever be able to remember a time when Keith wasn’t part of their lives.
Not that she wanted to.
He’d become the center of her world in a way she’d never imagined possible, even more than Scott. Not that she didn’t still love Scott, because she did. More now than ever before.
But Keith was their glue. He made everything better, his presence in their lives.
His ownership of them.
The missing piece she and Scott had both needed without knowing it.
After a shower and brunch, Keith led them back to the bedroom and pulled out the outfits he wanted them to wear today. Then he hooked a finger through each of their collars and pulled them in for kisses. “Any second thoughts?”
Scott and Noel smiled at each other. “Nope,” they echoed.
Nerves filled Noel as Keith drove them first to a place she’d never been before.
As Keith pulled into a parking space in front of the tattoo shop that also had a sign for a piercer, he glanced into the rearview mirror. “Again, last chance to back out.”
She shook her head. “Not backing out, Sir.” He’d surprised her by this, because he hadn’t mentioned this part of the plan to her or Scott.
Who looked equally startled, but also wasn’t backing out.
They had an appointment, apparently, and were sent right back.
It was the same man who’d done both their nipples, and he greeted Keith with a handshake.
“Is everything ready?” Keith asked.
“Yep. Just like you asked for.”
Inside the room, with the door closed behind them, Keith snapped his fingers at Scott. “Pants down, and up on the table.”
He’d ordered Scott to wear boxers instead of briefs today.
Now, Noel understood why.
She gulped a little when she realized what that meant.
But Scott didn’t hesitate, even when the piercer had him sign the forms and showed him the needle and the captive bead ring that would be his new Prince Albert piercing.
Through the end of his cock.
Keith wore a decidedly evil grin as he grabbed a fistful of Scott’s hair and tipped his head back. “Who’s my good boy and is going to get pierced for me?”
“Me, Sir,” Scott whispered.
Even Noel was getting wet from Keith’s tone of voice.
Keith crushed his lips down on top of Scott’s, swallowing the man’s yelp of pain as the piercer did what he needed to do.
Five minutes later, Scott was shakily getting to his feet and gingerly pulling up his boxers and pants.
Then Keith looked at her. “Panties off, girl.”
Without argument, she did, getting up on the table. After signing the forms, Keith pulled her dress up and had her lay back, his hands pinning hers over her head, staring down at her from where he stood at the head of the table.
“Who’s my good girl and is going to get pierced for me?”
“Me, Sir,” she whispered.
She winced as the piercer swabbed antiseptic over her clit.
Keith grinned. “This is going to hurt. But when it’s over, and once it’s healed, guess what? It’s going to feel fucking amazing.” He leaned in, kissing her, distracting her so much that when the piercer prepared and made the actual pierce, she screamed into Keith’s mouth, not so much from pain but from shock and the locale.
Although yeah, it did fucking hurt. At least the pain started fading almost immediately, unlike her nipples, which had painfully ached for a week before she could tolerate the men even touching them.
Keith chuckled, finally raising his head and grinning down at her. “Oooh, baby. Now you both really match. And I’m so fucking hard, you are both going to get a load in your asses later tonight when we get home.”
* * * *
Their next stop was Venture. And when Keith led them inside, Tilly greeted them with hugs. “You damn sadist,” she chided Keith. You got them pierced where we couldn’t see.”
“Yeah, well, he was too busy to leave the shop, and I didn’t want to reschedule the collaring.”
Her clit still throbbed, but it’d already changed to an ooh, goody kind of throbbing.
Or maybe it was just because Keith had trained both of them so well to get aroused by pain, always following it with a reward later.
She wasn’t exactly sure how Scott would get his reward based on the piercing, but maybe she could at least get one.
Their friends were in attendance, and as Loren called for everyone’s attention, Keith led Noel and Scott to the front of the room, where a matching set of pillows had been placed.
He pointed at both of them, and at the pillows.
They immediately sank to their knees on the pillows as Keith moved to stand between them.
Loren started. “Well, folks, this is a new one, even by our standards. I know many of you met Scott and Noel when they first started their journey into the kinky lifestyle, and yes, this is as confusing as it looks. Gilo, what say ye?”
“I got nothing,” he called out from the back of the room. “I thought me and Abbey had the market cornered on confusing you all.”
“Yeah,” Tilly called out from where she stood behind Loren, “well, you’ve lost that title, dude.”
“Dammit,” Gilo muttered.
The room erupted into titters of laughter that quickly settled.
Loren continued. “Keith comes before everyone today and wishes to publicly claim his two slaves. To publicly state his feelings in the only quasi-official way he can.”
He turned and faced the room. “Some of you, I’ve known a long time, since I first came out and moved to Florida. Some not quite as long, from when I first started my kinky journey, and some of you I’ve only recently met. If you’d told me this was where I’d be today, and what I’d be doing, I’d have told you you were crazy.”
He put his hands on Scott and Noel’s heads. “I’m blessed with not one, but two people who love me, who love each other, and with whom I’ve found peace and happiness that I never dreamed possible. I trust them, I love them, and I’ve sworn to protect and care for them.”
He turned to Scott. “Boy, today I want to publicly collar you as mine. This means even though you are married to her, you are owned by me, and first and foremost you belong to me. Is this what you want?”