by Eileen Green
Silence ensued again. Gerard waited. Slowly, he breathed, hoping to relax his body, and his mind.
He couldn’t say how long it was before Thomas slowly came to stand before him and Carrie. It seemed like forever, but he knew it wasn’t.
“You both please me, greatly,” Thomas said softly. “Some practicing needs to be done, but, Carrie, for being new to this, you’ve done well. Straighten your back more so you thrust those beautiful tits of yours out.” After a moment, Thomas spoke again. “Also, spread your knees out further so I can see your pussy better.”
Gerard could see Carrie moving, a frustrated sigh sounding from her. It would take her a while to get used to how to present yourself to a Dom.
“That’s much better.” Thomas’s praise would go a long way for Carrie. A good Dom was always ready to offer praise and help. A mean one would have abused Carrie for not presenting well, even if it was her first time doing so. He was so glad Carrie came to the Tiger’s Lair that night and they found her first.
Thomas moved so he was now standing between them. He ran his hand through Gerard’s hair.
“You’re going to have to help with Carrie’s training,” Thomas said before he turned towards Carrie.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now Carrie, for now, I top Gerard and you,” Thomas began to explain. “Gerard will top you when it comes time for training. He will also top you as a gentleman and a protector as will I. When you are comfortable with where you stand knowledge wise along with experience, if you feel like you want to top Gerard we can discuss it, but if you don’t and just want to be a submissive alongside Gerard, we can do that too.”
“Sir?” she asked.
“Yes, Carrie.”
“What do you mean, top Gerard? If he’s a submissive, as am I, then how would I top him?”
“Good question, little one. There is a thing called a switch. A person who switches can be both a Dominant at times, or a submissive. As you discover yourself in this lifestyle, you will learn whether you are a total submissive, or one that might want to top Gerard, say, give him a spanking, or give orders. It is totally up to you.” Thomas moved around as he spoke until he was standing in front of Carrie. He extended his hand to her which she took hesitantly. “But, for now, I want you to be the sweet sub I know you can be. Let’s get you started on a light flogging. Gerard, come with us.”
He helped her to her feet and then over to the spanking bench near the door. Gerard stood and followed them. When Thomas and Carrie were next to the bench, Gerard could tell Carrie was nervous about what was to happen, or perhaps it was because of her nudity, for her hands kept twitching and moving up and down slightly as if she was wanting to cover herself.
Thomas looked at Gerard. “Help me get her settled on here, and then I’ll let you know what I want from you.”
Gerard smiled and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
The device looked like a sawhorse with padded shelves on each leg for a person’s knees and hands or elbows. The top was also padding on it so the person wouldn’t be resting on just wood. There were eye bolts situated on the device to tie the subject down if desired.
The two men helped Carrie drape herself onto the device. She knelt on the padded levels and then lay along the top, her bountiful beautiful breasts hanging on both sides. She then rested her forearms on the two uppers. Gerard ran his hand down the length of her back until he cupped one of her ass cheeks.
“She looks delicious like this, doesn’t she, boy?” Thomas asked as he ran his hand up one of her thighs.
“Yes, Sir. She’s beautiful and will look absolutely edible with your handprints here on her ass.” Gerard squeezed the glorious globe he had under his hand. A groan sounded from her as her body trembled.
Thomas stepped away from the bench and over to the wall opposite the door. He pressed on the wall, and a panel opened, revealing an array of disciple paraphernalia. Whips, floggers, nipple clamps, cock and ball torture devices, and other items hung on hooks. Gerard’s mouth watered. It had been so long since he had played.
Gerard’s previous boyfriend, Mark, was the one who had introduced him to BDSM although he had always had an interest. They played privately in their home, Mark always telling him he wanted to keep Gerard all to himself. Gerard wanted more than what Mark had in the home, and Mark kept telling him he wanted privacy. When Mark decided he didn’t want to live in Denver anymore, Gerard opted to stay and try to find a way to go to a club.
Working for Shane was all right, doing various guard jobs, but when Gerard was placed in the Tiger’s Lair, he was provided with a membership. Unfortunately, he worked most nights the club was open, and didn’t have time to look for a play partner. Now, all that had changed.
Carrie continued to tremble. She turned her head towards Gerard, and he knew she was looking at his cock for it was right there in front of her.
It seemed as if all his blood had pooled in his cock. Hard and throbbing, Gerard needed some relief, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen until Thomas dictated it.
Thomas returned to them, a wide grin on his face. He raised his right hand which held a flogger. The implement was all leather which Gerard could smell. The falls were wide and thick which would give a thuddy massagy feel rather than a sting that a thin stranded flogger would provide.
The falls danced along Carrie’s spine. Her body stilled as she closed her eyes.
“Some items will be used for discipline, little one,” he said. “Some will be for pleasure even though it looks like a torture device. This flogger should help you feel good. We’ll experiment with various items to see what you like, and those you don’t.”
Raising his arm, Thomas brought the flogger down on Carrie’s shoulders quickly. A gasp emanated from her as she clinched her ass cheeks. The sound of the flogger striking her echoed in the room, a sound Gerard liked to hear. Repeating the action, Carrie’s body relaxed, giving over to the treatment she was receiving. Thomas smiled at Gerard as he continued to flog their woman, alternating between both shoulders.
“Talk to her,” Thomas instructed.
Gerard knelt so he as face-to-face with her. “How does it feel, sugar?”
“Hmm. It feels good,” she practically purred. “I could get used to this.”
“Well, you’ll have to, because I’m pretty sure it’ll happen a lot,” Gerard half-teased. “I like the sharp end of a whip, like you saw the night we met. Different people like different things.”
Thud, thud, thud rang through the room. Carrie wiggled her body as if wanting more.
“Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want,” Gerard went on. “Even though you are a sub, your Dom, our Dom, will want to know what you want, what you like, so in the future he can anticipate it. He wants to please you as much as we want to please him.”
They had discussed the roles they would play on Sunday when they just hung out. Thomas wasn’t a hard-core Dom. He wanted to play, to satisfy his submissives. He had informed them that he didn’t want to take care of someone all the time, and he didn’t expect his subs to take care of him. The only thing he did inform them was he would take care of them in the form of love and protection. However, the last part was more for Carrie as Gerard would provide her the same. They both wanted her safe, even if she did buck back at them regarding her driving.
“May I have more, Sir?” Carrie asked breathlessly.
Thomas ran his hand up her leg from her foot, over her ass, and then up her spine. She shivered. Gerard liked watching the two of them together.
“Of course, little one. I’m glad you like this.” His voice had dropped an octave, making him sound so sexy.
The flogging resumed, Carrie relaxing again, her body sagging. Moans of delight sounded from her, the sound going straight to Gerard’s cock.
After a few minutes, Thomas ceased, setting the flogger on the small table at the head of the bench. “Gerard, I want you to lay yourself across the stand behind you and grasp the bottom of the legs.” T
homas ran his hand up and down Carrie’s back as he looked at Gerard.
Turning, Gerard saw that the stand looked like a bench, but the legs were adjustable, the top at his stomach level. When he was bent over it, his ass would be in totally exposed. If lowered, a person could rest on their knees, so it was good for various types of people. The top was padded, covered in leather. Eye bolts were near the bottom of each leg so cuffs could be added to secure a person down.
Shivers of delight and anticipation ran over his flesh as he looked at it while more blood pumped to his dick. This was finally going to happen.
Gerard moved over to it and leaned over the device, situating his cock so it boobed under the wooden platform, before he grabbed hold of the legs as far down as his hands would go. He let his body relax, breathing deeply through his nose, and waited.
Movement behind him indicated Thomas was moving around. It was a few moments before Thomas was escorting a shaky-legged Carrie over to a chair that sat in front of the bench Gerard was on. It was a bit of a strain on his neck, but he was able to see her.
Thomas moved in behind Gerard. Carrie watched him and gave Gerard a smile.
Warm hands cupped Gerard’s ass and then squeezed. Thomas tented over Gerard’s back who felt Thomas’s hard bulge in his jeans against the crack of his ass. Hot breath caressed Gerard’s ear before Thomas said, “I’ve wanted this ass for so long. I’ve dreamt about it. I’ve dreamt about shoving my cock up inside it and fully claiming you. Are you going to give it to me, boy?”
“Yes, Sir,” Gerard said with confidence. “It’s all yours.”
The heat left Gerard as Thomas stood. He could hear Thomas moving around, but Gerard remained still instead of looking to see what the man was doing. He wanted to show his new Dom that he was good.
It felt like an eternity before Thomas moved back behind him, but it wasn’t close. He could sense the distance by only feet though.
“I’m going to warm you up before I take you.”
Gerard heard the whistle of the whip before he felt the sting on his right butt cheek. It hurt, but he remained quiet. A hiss sounded from Carrie.
“Carrie,” Thomas admonished.
She shifted on the chair as she bowed her head. “Sorry,” she whispered. She clasped her hands together and wrung her fingers, her nervousness apparent.
“There is nothing to be sorry for,” Thomas said, sorrow in his voice. “When someone is doing a scene, especially if there is pain involved, you don’t make noise. It disrupts the people, and it can cause more harm.”
“Okay,” she whispered as she looked up at him.
There was a sheen of moisture in her eyes. Thomas had affected her with his chastisement, but Gerard knew she was still learning about the lifestyle. She had to be told.
Even as Thomas spoke to Carrie, he scraped his fingernails down Gerard’s back, starting over again when he reached Gerard’s ass. Shivers rocked Gerard’s body with each pass. Once Thomas was finished, he stepped back again.
Trying to relax his body again, Gerard waited for the strike that he knew would come. He counted to twenty-five before it came, the pain blossoming on his left ass cheek. Reveling in the pain as it made its way to his cock, Gerard inwardly praised Carrie’s silence.
Opening his eyes he hadn’t realized he had closed, he looked at Carrie. She was watching him intently, her eyes wide but seeking. Her gaze slid from his ass to his face and then back again.
Thomas continued to flail Gerard’s ass with the single tail. Gerard’s cock felt as if it grew with each strike, all the blood in his body seemingly flooding his groin. His balls were tight while a sizzle of electricity worked in his lower spine. He knew he couldn’t come because one, he had to ask permission, and two, he wanted Thomas buried deep inside him, but Gerard didn’t know if he could fight it.
“Sir!” he blurted out.
The strikes stopped and Thomas came to stand next to him. “What is it, boy?”
“I’m sorry, but I need to come.” Gerard couldn’t help wiggling his ass. There was so much sensation coursing through his body that it felt as if all his nerve endings were over-sensitized.
Without saying a word, Thomas reached down and grasped the base of Gerard’s cock, halting any possibility of him spewing his load. “You are not allowed to come yet, Gerard. I’m not ready for you to do so.”
Tears stung his eyes from the overwhelming desire to come, but also from the pain of Thomas’s grasp. “Yes, sir.” Gerard’s voice was strangled in his throat which surprised him. It even had an effect on Carrie for she looked up at him, lust in her eyes.
From where he rested, Gerard could see her nipples were tight coral-colored pebbles. Her honey scent filled the room, causing his cock to fill even more despite Thomas’s hand circling it to keep him from coming. Cum boiled in his sac, heat coursing through his body. Gerard needed release in some form. A groan escaped him.
Gerard knew going into this relationship with Thomas that he would have to work on his submissive skills. It had been a while since he had been dominated, and some things had become a bit rusty. Being physically restrained when it came to restraint on coming was one he was going to have to get used to again. He fought to keep the tears from leaking from his eyes. Between being watched by Carrie and manhandled by Thomas, Gerard’s entire body was sensitized.
Swallowing all emotions, Gerard hung his head and let the pain rule his body. He would use it to keep himself from embarrassing himself in front of his woman, and his man. He had to show Thomas he was worthy of him and what he had to offer.
“Isn’t our boy beautiful?” Thomas asked.
“Yes, Sir, he is,” Carrie responded, breathily. “You both are.”
A chuckle sounded above Gerard before Thomas went on. “I would normally want you to suck him off while I fuck his glorious ass, but I know he is so close to bursting, he doesn’t need another stimulation. It’s going to be so difficult for him to keep from coming when I enter him.”
Silence filled the room for a moment before Carrie quickly said, “Of course, Sir!” Gerard smiled. She was learning.
Gerard tried to bring himself under control by going over all his new responsibilities for work. Perhaps if he drowned his mind in mundane things, he’d keep his mind off what was going to happen.
* * * *
When Thomas felt Gerard’s cock and balls relax some within his hand, he released him. Silently cursing himself for not being prepared, Thomas made his way over to the wall of cabinets. He grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube and then returned to Gerard.
He began to undress but then had another thought. A bit more torture for his boy and a way to get Carrie involved. “Carrie, come undress me.”
She practically jumped up, her tits bouncing with her motions. Thomas licked his lips. She was well endowed, but not overly so. He liked that they were natural and able to move freely.
Her aroma was driving him nuts. He could smell her cream from where he had stood with Gerard which spoke to his dick. Between both his subs, their naked bodies, their scents, their submissiveness, Thomas’s cock was as hard as steel. As he held Gerard’s cock in his hand, to keep the man from coming too soon, Thomas had to will his own impending climax to recede. He certainly couldn’t come before both Gerard and Carrie when he was making love to them, unless he was a selfish Dom.
Standing slightly away from Gerard so he could watch, Thomas took a deep breath. With visibly shaky hands, Carrie reached out and pulled the T-shirt from his jeans. She hooked her thumbs under the hem of the shirt and began to slide it upward, her knuckles skimming his sides. Her dark gray eyes remained locked with his as if she was watching for his approval, or lack of.
He raised his arms when she got to his underarms, and she pushed the garment up until she couldn’t reach anymore. Bending at the waist, Thomas gave her access to finally pull the shirt from him. She tossed it on the chair she had been sitting in before turning back and moving her hands to his belt buckle. The met
al separated as she worked deftly, and then she was undoing the button and zipper on his jeans.
Carrie squealed when Thomas’s cock sprang forward as he had gone commando. Thankfully she hadn’t gotten it or any of his pubes caught in the zipper.
She knelt as she pulled the denim down his hips and thighs. When she got down to his feet, she sighed and mumbled something unintelligible. She undid the laces on his boots, and then one by one she removed them when he lifted each foot. Once they were gone along with his socks, she finished relieving him of his jeans.
As much as he wanted her to service him in the position she was in, he knew he had to take care of Gerard. Thomas helped Carrie to her feet. He leaned in and captured her mouth with his. She opened to him as she grasped his forearms to hold onto him while he held her waist.
Thomas swept his tongue through her mouth before concentrating on stroking against her tongue. They tangled together for minutes, small whimpers and moans emanating from them both, before Thomas pulled out of the kiss. He pressed his forehead to hers for a moment before he released her and stepped back. “Go ahead and sit back down, little one, so I can take care of our boy.”
She did as instructed, a slight hiss as she sat, most likely from the chair being cold. He made a mental note to get a new chair with a cushion on it for her.
Stepping back to Gerard, he ran his hand down Gerard’s spine and felt the man trembling. Thomas donned the condom after vetoing his idea of having Carrie put it on him. He was at his breaking point, and having her touch him would have been detrimental to what he wanted to do with Gerard.
Thomas picked up the bottle of lube before he laid kisses to the two indents at the top of Gerard’s ass. He smiled to himself as he popped the lid on the lube and poured a dab onto his fingers. With his free hand, Thomas pushed on one ass cheek before swiping his lubed fingers across the puckered star.