They had so much in common. Despite his more conservative attire and her tattoos and piercing, they liked much of the same things. They hated country music, liked art and the theater, and especially liked watching Harper get off. He’d actually met her brother at the annual Halloween party thrown downtown, and he liked the guy.
Dylan didn’t mind her working at the club, because he believed her when she said she’d taken a chance on him and Harper. She really didn’t fuck around where she worked, and he could more than appreciate that. To say Harper had a thing for her was stating the obvious. But acknowledging he felt the same fascination—and, dare he say, affection—surprised him.
Harper finished stripping him naked with minimal fuss and turned Dylan around.
“Jesus.” Dylan stared at his lover’s chiseled perfection. Harper wore nothing but a pair of black leather chaps, exposing his flushed erection and that incredible set of abs.
Harper led him to a set of chains dangling from the ceiling in the corner of the room. On closer inspection, he saw chains on the floor as well. And his stiff dick grew even harder.
Harper reached around to grip him, and Dylan moaned and sagged against him.
“That’s good, boy. You’re hard. But you’re not there yet.” He dragged Dylan to the chains, and Dylan found it hard to breathe.
He, Harper and Freddy had talked about bondage, a kink he’d always wanted to try. They seemed to like it well enough. After a detailed and lengthy discussion with the pair, he’d assumed they’d one day experiment together. But to know this would be the night… His excitement made it hard to do anything but breathe.
Harper took advantage of his bemusement and proceeded to cuff him by the wrists and ankles while Freddy watched. Then Harper adjusted the slack, so that Dylan stood like a human X, his arms taut but not too tight.
“Move your hands and legs. Try to wiggle free,” Freddy ordered.
He did so and got slapped on the ass for it. “Shit.” He glared at Harper over his shoulder.
“You’re given an order, first you answer, ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘Yes, Sir’. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” Dylan clenched his ass, trying to ward off the sting, while at the same time embracing it. Oh hell, he liked it. He’d found his secret kink.
“Well?” Freddy frowned at him, and he wanted to kiss her. She was hot.
Another slap across his other buttock.
Fuck. “Yes, Mistress.” He pulled at the chains and found he couldn’t move. Damn if he wasn’t totally turned on. His feet were spread wide, his arms as well. He was helpless, at the mercy of two masters dressed in Dom gear. Man, he wanted to photograph this moment and never forget it. “Shouldn’t I have a safe word?”
“How about shrink?” Harper answered with a laugh.
“Dick.” He was loving this.
“I think our boy needs some instruction, Mistress.” Harper stroked his ass with a calloused hand. “I remember what you told us before, boy.” Harper turned to Freddy. “Perhaps the crop, Mistress?”
She nodded. “I agree.” She bent over to rummage in the chest at the foot of the bed, and Dylan groaned. She wasn’t wearing anything covering her ass, and he stared at her lovely cheeks, no doubt pushed back at him to taunt him.
“Ah, I found it.” She stood with what looked like a riding crop in her hand. Then she crossed to him and stroked the felt tip over his cock.
It felt like soft fingers trailing over his shaft, and he tried to increase the friction by arching into it.
She ran it over him, under him, and across his sac, and he swore as she flicked the soft fabric tip over his belly. God, he wanted to come. He needed it.
“I think our boy needs to be filled, Master Harper.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Dylan agreed readily.
She lightly slapped the crop over his dick and he nearly spilled. “I was talking to your master.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said on a groan.
And then Harper was there, prodding his ass cheeks apart and slicking a good bit of lube over him. In him.
“Please, Harper. Master Harper,” he hurried to correct himself. “God, I need you.” You, not this. A slip of the tongue? No, just the truth.
Harper didn’t answer, but he did push something thick inside Dylan’s ass. He gripped Dylan’s waist and grunted as he continued to wedge a thick cock inside Dylan’s passage. At their angle, it was uncomfortable, and yet it felt amazing with Freddy watching and stroking Dylan’s dick with that crop.
He panted with desire as Harper filled him up and then started fucking him in earnest.
“He’s full. Needing to release, hmm, boy?” Freddy asked, her voice husky and her eyes bright with desire as she watched him.
“Yes, Mistress. God, I fucking need you,” he moaned and closed his eyes.
She smacked his cock and he swore. “Watch me, boy. Don’t close your eyes.”
Harper continued to pound into him, and then Freddy leaned closer and licked Dylan’s belly. He clamped down on Harper, unable to help himself.
Harper groaned. “Do that again.”
Not sure if Harper had spoken to Freddy or himself, Dylan answered, “Yes, Sir,” and clenched him again.
Freddy continued to lick, and she moved down. And down. Until her clever tongue slid over his cock and she took him inside her mouth.
“Please, Mistress. Fuck, I’m going to come. Oh yeah.” He swore if she hadn’t ordered him to watch her, his eyes would have rolled up into his head. He tugged on the chains at his wrists and ankles, but he couldn’t move, and that powerlessness aroused him unbearably.
He was at their mercy. Their hungry, carnal mercy.
She pulled away from him and nuzzled his groin, rubbing her cheek against him. “Shall I suck you some more, boy? Shall I let you come down my throat?”
Harper’s hands gripped his waist hard enough to bruise, and he stopped thrusting. “Answer her.”
“Yes, Mistress. Yes, Sir. Let me come, please.”
“That was pretty, boy. Or should I say, slave?” Freddy put her mouth around his cock before he could answer, and he jerked forward just as Harper pushed him.
Before Dylan could breathe, a huge rush of ecstasy tore through him, and he cried out as he came down her throat.
Harper continued to pump furiously while Dylan’s orgasm owned him.
And then Harper jerked and swore and left a mess inside Dylan, one that started trickling out his ass and down his thigh as Harper thrust in and out again. No condom.
Dylan clenched harder and moaned, “Yes, inside me. Oh God.”
Harper grunted and finally withdrew. He left, only to return to join Freddy in front of Dylan. He had a rag and was cleaning his dick, that big, naked stalk of flesh still half-hard and pearling at the tip. Pushing Freddy to her hands and knees, he knelt behind her and donned a condom.
“She’s mine,” Harper growled, and with a slow, deliberate pace, he slid inside her. “Watch as I fuck her pussy. She’s all mine, boy.” He worked Freddy over while she touched herself, and Dylan watched them without blinking, thoroughly turned on as his lovers fucked while wearing those sexy getups. His own personal fantasy played out in front of him.
When Harper came again, Freddy came with him. Both cried out and shook, and Dylan wanted nothing more than to join them, hard once more.
They left to clean up and returned still in costume. They smiled and laughed with one another, but when they rejoined him, they no longer looked amused.
“You need discipline, boy, don’t you think?” Harper asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you need us to instill it, don’t you?” Freddy asked softly.