by Changelings
“Basket, Sir.”
Basket. That was adorable. Almost as sweet as Luke himself.
“Use it if you need it, boy.” Then Greg’s mouth covered Luke’s, kissing him right around the ribbon.
Jenny stepped forward, eyes fastened on the sight of Greg’s lips, Greg’s tongue fucking Luke’s mouth. She ended snuggled against Greg’s hip, nipples aching.
When Greg stopped kissing Luke, he turned to kiss her, the flavor of Luke on his tongue.
She dared to reach out, fingers teasing the hot, silken column of Luke’s cock.
“Tease.” Greg’s eyes danced for her, and he bit at her lower lip, making it sting. “Do you want to suck it, Jenny? Do you want to torture him with your beautiful mouth?”
She chuckled, met Luke’s eyes. “You can’t come, baby boy. No matter what.”
Luke whimpered, bit his own bottom lip, but nodded.
“That’s my girl.” Greg’s hand slid along her back but stopped shy of stroking her ass; it looked like Luke wasn’t the only one who was going to be tortured.
She slipped down Luke’s body, making sure they were in contact the entire time, letting her pierced nipples tease him all the way. Greg set the bells on Luke’s nipple clamps tinkling again. Luke’s cry made her shiver. Sweet, sensitive baby. She slid her hands down Luke’s thighs, parting them a little.
“You need some decorations, Luke. Something to dress up those sweet balls.” Greg’s voice rumbled through her -- through Luke, too, she’d bet.
“Especially now that they’re all bare.” She cupped them, drew them up so Greg could see.
“Take them into your mouth, baby.” Arousal made Greg’s voice thicker and deeper than ever.
She drew one in, her tongue sliding over the velvety skin. She sucked gently, slapping just a bit with her tongue to make Luke twist.
“He liked that. Do it again,” Greg ordered, fingers digging into her shoulder.
Suck. Slap. Twist. This time there was a husky cry.
“Good girl.” Greg’s fingers slid over the top of Luke’s prick, spreading the liquid dripping from it.
Jenny let the left nut slip from her lips, then focused on the right, giving it the same treatment. The sweet boy was moaning, thighs trembling. Greg captured the sounds with his mouth.
Greg was right, too -- a little ladder of rings to tug and tease along Luke’s ballsac would be perfect. Delicious.
Greg’s fingers slid over her lips, breaking her contact with Luke’s balls before feeding the tip of that dripping prick into her mouth. Salty and heated, Luke’s cock swelled and throbbed on her tongue.
“Don’t come, boy.” Greg’s fingers played through Jenny’s hair, stroking her scalp.
“Please. So hot…” Luke’s words were desperate, heated.
“She’s good at that, isn’t she?” Greg closed his mouth over the pulse point in Luke’s neck.
“Yes! Yes, so good!” His thrusts got more panicked, and Jenny eased back, letting him be able to obey Greg’s words. It was too early to get to the punishment parts of their games.
Greg patted her head, wordlessly praising her.
He shifted, and she could feel the heat of his cock, feel the hardness of it through his expensive suit trousers. She turned her head, face nuzzling her lover. She could smell him, so male. So good.
Greg pulled off Luke’s neck and stepped back. “Undress me, baby. Luke -- you watch her do it, learn.”
Humming her agreement, she reached up, fingers working the tiny buttons of Greg’s shirt as her lips worked his waistband. Greg’s fingers played with her hair, stroking softly and, occasionally, tugging sharply. Each time he tugged, she gasped, her arousal ratcheting higher.
“You know what I think, baby? I think I need to make your ass match your slinky little outfit. And I think your sweet present needs to watch, because he’s going to be next.”
Her pussy flooded, and she reached down, risking a little rub.
Greg growled. “I know you’re not touching yourself.”
“Adjusting the teddy.”
“Uh-huh.” He tugged her head back. “Less worrying about you’re wearing and more undressing me.”
She nodded, easing Greg’s slacks and boxers down over strong, heavy thighs, leaving them just below his ass. His cock was pointing up against his belly, the tip red, moisture gathering there, enticing her. She swooped up, her tongue sliding over the slit.
Greg’s breath hiccupped, and he spread his legs slightly. Mmm. Yeah. Hers. She took him in, sucking hard, head bobbing over his prick.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby.” Greg moaned softly, his hands in her hair, guiding her lightly. “Unlike you, Luke, I get to come.”
Her thighs rubbed together, her clit aching as she pulled on his cock, gave her lover pleasure. Fuck, yes.
His hips started pushing, thrusting his cock into her mouth. “Jenny. Love.”
Oh. Love. Yes. She whimpered, sucked harder, needing to taste his pleasure.
“Jenny!” Greg cried her name out, hips snapping as his come poured down her throat.
She sucked him down, finger sliding into her teddy, fingertip working her clit. So close. So good.
“Jenny.” This time her name was growled out. “Did I tell you you could do that?”
“No…” She needed. Now.
“Then you’d better stop or you’ll get more than just a spanking.”
She pouted a little bit but slid her fingers away.
“Greedy.” Greg leaned down and pulled her lower lip into his mouth, tugging on it.
Jenny nodded. Who wouldn’t be?
“Get undressed, baby, and assume the position.”
Chapter Two
Greg looked at the tableau in front of him as he tugged his pants back up over his ass, leaving his cock hanging out the front. Luke, up against the wall, bound with ribbons and bells -- his Christmas gift. And Jenny, currently naked but for her collar, her ass up in the air as she leaned over a chair, waiting for her spanking.
He was a very lucky man.
He went over to Luke, making Jenny wait. “Isn’t she beautiful, boy? See the round, creamy curves of her ass? I’m going to make them pink. And you’re going to watch. When I’m done, it’ll be your turn.”
Luke moaned, cock bouncing for him. So hot. Jenny had picked the perfect boy for him, the perfect gift.
Greg flicked one of the little nipple clamps, making it ring. God, he loved that. The little cry proved those tiny nubs were sensitive, aching. Luscious.
He let his hand slide down along Luke’s back, all the way down to the sweet ass, which he swatted as best he could. Luke jerked, and Jen moaned, like she was the one getting the swat. He did it again, his attention happily split between the two of them.
He could see Jen’s slit, wet and slick and red. Bare. Just like the boy. Sweet heaven, she knew his kinks so very well.
He smacked Luke’s ass one last time, made the little nipple clamp bells ring, and then stalked over to her. He could smell her, sweet and musky, citrusy and right. He ran his hand over one round globe, letting her anticipation build. She loved his hands.
Greg loved her -- every inch. Her need. Her wicked heart. Her quick, clever brain. The way she responded when he smacked her ass… He let his hand fly. She groaned, his handprint white for a second before it turned red.
“Did you see that, Luke?”
Luke nodded, eyes on Greg’s hand, his Jen.
Greg gave Jenny another swat, making sure Luke had a great view. He followed that one up with another, on her other cheek this time.
“Let us hear you, baby.”
She wiggled, hummed. “Want you.”
“Got me, baby.” He kept smacking her ass, slowly bringing the color up.
He wasn’t hurting her -- this was for pleasure, not punishment -- and Jen made her pleasure very well known, legs parting, hips canting into his hand. Her ass was soon cherry-red, and all three of them were moaning. He and Luke were both hard,
the poor boy still bound, the ribbon soaked through with pre-come.
His own cock twitched, and then did it again when he caught sight of her shaved pussy again. “Gonna show you how she likes it after she’s been spanked, Luke.”
She was panting, lips swollen and red as she looked at Luke. “I need. I need to feel.”
Greg moved to stand between her legs and slid two fingers into her, making sure she was wet, ready. His fingers met no resistance, pressing deep into her slick cunt. Sweet, perfect wanton. His beautiful girl.
“We don’t use condoms,” he told Luke. “But only with each other.” They were clean, they played safe.
“Love you, beautiful girl,” he murmured as he slipped his cock between her wet pussy lips.
Her moan was buried beneath Luke’s. “Y… your present wants to play, too.”
“He will. He gets to watch you come, first. And then it’s his turn for spanking and fucking. And if he’s very, very good, you’ll suck him while I take him.”
“He’s a virgin, love. He’s going to be so tight for you.”
“Oh, fuck. Baby.” He thrust into her. “So good to me.”
Her gift far surpassed the diamond nipple rings he’d found for her pretty tits. The least he could do was make this as good for her as possible. He reached around her, finding her clit with his fingers and rubbing it as he thrust.
He felt that, all around his prick, her muscles squeezing tight. “Please…”
“You beg so prettily.” Greg moved a little harder, a little faster, working that little bundle of nerves all the while. One day he was going to take her to get a tiny ring, right there, for his fingers. Just the thought made his cock jerk inside. Fuck, he was close. Again. Already.
“Come for me, baby. Let me feel your pleasure.”
“Help me. Help me.” Greg loved how she got caught up for him.
He grabbed hold of her ass cheek, digging his fingers into the abused flesh, knowing the sting would tip her over. Her cunt clenched around him, and she cried out, coming on his prick. He let himself go, let her orgasm bring on his own. God, she felt good around him. Like magic. She kept moving, tiny little motions that drew his orgasm out. He rubbed her ass, kept stimulating her clit.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.”
He looked over at Luke, winked. “Multiple orgasms are an amazing thing, aren’t they?”
He could keep her going all night if he was so inclined. That would not be fair to the boy, though. Of course, revving her up so she was wild and then making her watch was a lovely thought. He slid a hand up to her breasts, playing with them, using her piercings to twist her nipples.
“Greg! Sir!” She pushed up, hips rolling against him.
“You don’t get to come again,” he warned.
“Oh, fuck…” He twisted again, and she tossed her head.
He worked her until she was panting and moaning, moving desperately. Her nipples were fat, dark, hot against his fingers, and her pussy was like a silk glove around him. Luke was twisting, sobbing, pulling at the bonds.
“He needs almost as beautifully as you do, baby.” To have two of them desperate and needy. God, it was perfect.
“He’s beautiful.”
“You both are.” He slipped out of her, let go of her.
She stayed there, panted for him, eyes on Luke.
“Your turn, boy.” He looked from Luke back to Jenny. “And yours in the chains.”
“Greg…” Oh, that was a lovely pout. Too bad it wouldn’t work.
He patted her cheek, his thumb sliding along her lower lip. “Take him down, baby.”
“So mean…” She sucked at his thumb gently.
“You love me for it.”
Those lovely blue eyes met his. “I do.”
Chapter Three
Luke was going to have a total fucking meltdown. They were so hot. So fucking fine. And right there.
He’d been watching Jen for months. Months. They were good friends -- lunching every day, shopping, laughing. That had turned to sharing secrets and chatting online and one day he’d seen her throat, seen the love bite, deep and dark and unavoidable, and he’d gasped, fascinated. Jealous.
She figured it out so fucking fast. Figured him out. And now Greg was looking at him like the man was going to eat him up. Please. Please, let Greg eat him up.
Luke wanted to come, so badly. Wanted to come, wanted to feel.
Jenny smiled at him as she worked off his bonds. Her eyes shone with need, her lips were swollen, she looked… debauched. Greg watched them both, eyes hot. She leaned forward, brought her lips to his. Sweet. So sweet. Luke’s hand was free, and he stroked her breast, the pierced nipple.
“No touching unless I’ve given permission.” Greg’s hand landed on his hip, their skin meeting with a sharp slapping noise.
His fingers clenched, accidentally tugging her nipple ring, making her moan.
Greg’s hand slapped him again. “Ten swats, boy. Every time you disobey me, I’ll add two swats.”
Oh, fuck. He wanted to kneel down in front of Greg and just sob with excited relief.
Jenny worked quickly, efficiently, taking him down off the chains. Then Greg put her up there in his place, his hands sliding over her body. Every now and then Greg would turn and smile at him, eyes full of promise.
“It’s no fair, love. I should get to play with our new toy, too.” She was so pretty, so hot. Luke was never going to look at her the same way.
“How long do we have you for, boy?”
“As long as you want me.” As long as they let him stay.
“Hear that, Jenny? You’ll get a turn.” Greg patted her cheek and then turned to Luke. “Right now it’s my turn.”
He swallowed hard and tried hard not to step back. He wasn’t scared. He was… nervous. Greg’s hand slid along his cheek, moving to undo the ribbon that bisected his mouth. He licked his lips, his body wanting to push into the touch.
“Such a pretty boy. You’re going to be tight around my cock, aren’t you? So damn tight.”
Luke gasped, lips parted, hips rolling forward without his permission. Fuck.
“Oh, yes, so pretty.” Greg slid his fingers along his chest.
“Thank you. I haven’t… I want to, though.”
Greg’s nostrils flared. “You’re a virgin?”
“I’ve given one blowjob to a guy. I haven’t done a lot.”
“What about with the ladies?”
“I’ve done more. Nothing… nothing kinky, nothing like this.”
“You’ll never be able to say nothing kinky again, boy.” Greg patted Luke’s cheek and then leaned in, kissing him, angling him until he could feel Jenny’s eyes on them.
No. No, that had gone away as soon as Jenny had shaved him bare. Touched him. Bound him. Cleaned him inside. Oh, God.
Greg’s tongue slipped into his mouth, and one hand landed on his ass. The sound was shocking, the sensation more so. He didn’t know whether to step forward or away. Didn’t know what to do.
When the kiss was over, Greg stared into his eyes. “Gonna make you feel so good.” The words were spoken against his lips, Greg filling his whole vision, his whole world. It was so erotic, the rasp of Greg’s pants on his bare skin, the press of those strong hands into his muscles.
“Spanking first, pretty boy. You’re going to show Jenny what a good choice she made -- this sweet skin is going to bruise so beautifully.”
Luke’s whimper wasn’t nearly as manly as he wanted it to be.
“Don’t forget your safe word, boy.” With that, Greg moved him over to the table and bent him over it.
“No. No, I won’t.” He was going to shake apart. The only reason he didn’t was because Jenny was there, watching him.
Greg’s hand was hot as it rubbed over his ass cheeks. Hot and so very big. He met Jenny’s eyes, three quarters excited and a bit terrified. She smiled at him, licked her lips and blew him a kiss. That relaxed him, let him know that his instincts had been right. This wa
s where he needed to be.
“Ready, sweet boy?” The hand on his ass pressed firmly.
He nodded, and his teeth sank into his bottom lip.
“Then we start. Ten swats plus two extra for not obeying me earlier.”
He felt the air shifting first, and then Greg’s hand landed on his ass cheek. The sting was enough to make him gasp, make him lurch forward a little.
“Careful,” murmured Greg, hand moving to caress Luke’s cock and then reposition him back slightly.
“Sorry. Sorry, I haven’t… This is so new.”
“Which is why I’m guiding you instead of punishing you for that, boy.”
The next smack startled him. He didn’t move, though. He just gasped, looked to Jenny. She nodded, mouthed, “Good boy.” He could hear the soft, almost purr of approval from Greg.
Another smack hit his ass, the other cheek this time. “That’s three.”
“Th… three.” So hot. His ass already so hot.
“Nine more.” The next swat covered his whole ass.
“Oh, God.” His balls tried to crawl up his body.
“Eight.” Greg continued to swat him and count down. “Seven. Six.”
“Fuck.” Hot. Oh, God. His cock was leaking, aching, dripping on Greg’s slacks.
“Five. Four. Three. Just three left, boy. If you want more, be sure to do something you shouldn’t.”
“I… Oh, God. I…”
Jenny chuckled. “He doesn’t know what he shouldn’t do, love. You’ve got him swimming.”
“Touch your cock if you want more, boy.” The last three swats came after Greg’s words, short, sharp, leaving his ass burning.
Luke reached down, back, jacking himself with short, hard strokes. Fuck, yes. Yes.
“Mmm, we’re going to make a good little sub out of you, aren’t we?” Greg’s hand landed on his back, hot and solid, the other one wrapped around his balls, the touch gentle, warm, but both of them fit in one palm. “Stop now. That’ll be five more swats for you, Luke. And you’re going to count them down.”
“Tell me we can keep him, love.” Jenny’s voice poured over him like honey, and Luke almost sobbed as he forced his hand to stop moving. He couldn’t quite let go, though, fingers almost protecting his needy prick.