The movement was a little awkward. They worked together to unearth Micah’s bent legs from the sides of the chair. Micah lifted his body by his arms, and Eric arranged his legs just as he wanted them. For a moment, one of his legs spasmed and kicked out, but Eric just waited until it lay still again.
He opened the boy’s knees and positioned them outside of his own knees, then wrapped the boy’s feet behind his ankles. With a gentle pressure of his lower legs against the sides of the chair, his sub’s legs should be neatly contained. He was also completely open and accessible to Eric’s hands.
He didn’t try to mask the difficulty Micah had in maneuvering or highlight it either. His friends would likely notice and see the crutch. And since he’d be directing the scene, that was all they needed to know.
He stroked soothingly up and down the boy’s sides. “Micah, I’d like you to meet Masters Parker, Ben, and Julio.” He nodded to each in turn. Their faces were hungry as they took in his boy, and he caught Taylor’s eyes peeking up from his place at Julio’s feet. He’d leave it to Julio to introduce Taylor if he chose to.
“And this little treat is Micah. I thought you all might like to join us tonight.”
Chapter 3
Micah
Micah’s thoughts were a whirl. He was perched on the lap of a man who he barely knew, on display for a circle of strangers. He’d only come in expecting a drink but this, this was mind boggling.
Part of him wanted to slow it down, just have a minute to think.
It wasn’t quite true, though, that he didn’t know Eric. They’d talked for what seemed like hours, slipping out of their roles of sub and Dom and genuinely getting to know each other.
He liked Eric a lot.
He liked Master Eric, too.
He also realized that he trusted him.
He would have done a scene with him without the conversation, based on trust in the organization and a good vibe. But now it felt like the trust was built on more.
When Eric had slid back into Dom mode, he was ready. He could give up control, and he felt more secure and desirable than he ever had before.
But three, no four, more strangers… what would that mean? The thought was terrifying and exhilarating. If anything went wrong, he’d be completely at their mercy.
On the other hand, if everything went right, he’d be completely at their mercy… and fulfilling one of his favorite fantasies.
He studied the men in front of him. One of them was towering and muscular, everything his mind conjured when he thought of a Dom. He seemed to be of mixed ancestry, perhaps African and European, and he was dressed in a well-tailored suit that he might have worn to work.
He certainly liked the idea of bending over for all that composed strength. But perhaps because the man was such a perfect specimen, he wasn’t as interesting to Micah right now.
The next one was white, with short cropped blond hair, a goatee, and green eyes. He seemed to be dressed for the club, with black leather pants and a tight black shirt.
He must be the trans one, though Micah couldn’t remember his name. Collectively they were Ben and Parker, though he couldn’t recall which was which. In all of Eric’s stories, their two names were together: the two Doms who liked to play practical jokes and engage in weird competitions. Eric also believed that they were interested in each other but didn’t know how to make a move.
Seeing them together, knowing that the perfect-looking, hulking cis-guy was gone for the trans man, did a lot to raise his confidence.
The shorter one, Master Parker maybe, held himself with such confidence and coiled strength, that there could be no doubting his dominance. Micah’s eyes flicked down to his pants, which bulged dangerously. It must be a strap-on that he was wearing so confidently. Would that silicon cock be inside him soon?
Then the other couple drew his eyes. The Dom wasn’t particularly tall or striking. He certainly wasn’t weak, though his wiry muscles seemed to be built from physical labor rather than a gym.
His hands were rough and a bit dirty—like he worked with some material or dye that wouldn’t wash off even with strong soap. He wore an air of command as easily as he breathed, though he was easily the smallest of the four men.
Which made the sub at his feet all the more surprising. The man was big. Huge. He was thick in every direction, both with an extra layer of fat and the muscles bulging beneath it. Micah wouldn’t be surprised if he could easily lift the man at whose feet he knelt.
He was also wearing white, lacy panties that did nothing to conceal his bulging, erect cock. A white hair clip, like a flower, held back his shoulder length hair. Around his neck was a delicate, white collar with a few glistening diamonds.
He kept his eyes down, but when his Dom stepped closer to him, he leaned into the touch. The Dom gently stroked his hair and he nuzzled up toward the hand. It was a small movement, barely noticeable, but the trust and adoration in the movement was evident.
It was that little movement that decided him. If this huge, hulking man could trust the others to appreciate and respect him in those lacy underwear, Micah could trust them with his own difficult body.
He also knew that if he turned this down, he’d regret it for the rest of his life.
Master Eric seemed to recognize that he’d looked his fill and started caressing Micah’s body again. He pinched Micah’s nipples, and his hands left dizzyingly erotic trails in their wake.
Micah knew that he was squirming and whimpering in front of his audience, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
If anything, it turned him on even more.
Those three dominating sets of eyes, burning into him and taking in every gasp, were more erotic than anything he’d imagined.
The kneeling sub on the floor kept his head down, but Micah could see his eyes following Master Eric’s hand as it swept up his inner thigh and then squeezed his cock. The large sub licked his lips.
Master Eric stilled his hands, though he kept Micah nestled closely to him. “Do you still want to do this, boy?”
Micah nodded eagerly, which elicited a chuckle from Master Eric and one of the other Doms. Oh, god. Did he look stupid?
“So eager,” Master Eric cooed in his ear. “I like seeing your responses. Don’t try to hide them. But I’m going to need to hear you say yes.”
“Yes, Sir,” Micah breathed.
“And now you’re going to take everything they give you. Up, boy.”
Micah stood as if in a dream. Master Eric looped Micah’s arm over his shoulder, both supporting him as he walked and deliciously guiding him with a hand wrapped around his waist. He leaned on the crutch with his other arm, but Master Eric gave no indication that he was concerned with his slow, uneven steps.
If anything, the Dom was making it harder by whispering dirty things in his ear. Whispering about how good he would make Micah feel, how much Micah would please him.
He had no idea where they were going, or even really how they got there. His only goal was to stay as close to Master Eric as possible, and not come before they even got started.
When his knee brushed against something soft, it took him a minute to realize that they’d arrived at their destination. The bizarre piece of furniture offered a number of padded surfaces at different levels, but his arousal and poor spatial sense kept him from making sense of them.
Master Eric guided him into the middle of the contraption, and then pressed along his back until his chest lay on the highest platform. Micah went willingly. His forearms settled onto two padded planes that had clearly been made for just this position.
“What are your safe words, boy?” Master Eric’s voice was loud, making sure everyone could hear them.
“Red and yellow, Sir.”
“Use them if you need them. Especially yellow—we can stop and check in whenever you need it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Want to give me a hand, Master Ben?”
Micah felt another pair of hands on him, then
the distinctive feel of a strap sliding around his wrist. A shiver raced through him.
His head faced the other direction, so he couldn’t see who was binding him. He was quickly approaching the point, though, where the idea was more thrilling than disturbing. It could be any one of them. Any of them could just take him whenever they wanted him…
Master Eric would be keeping him safe the whole time.
His left hand was now securely fastened, and someone moved into his field of vision. It was the black man in the well-cut suit, and Micah realized suddenly that the bench had positioned him at exactly the height of his groin. He began working on Micah’s other wrist.
Micah wasn’t sure if he should keep his eyes open, staring at the enticing bulge in the man’s pants, or close his eyes and let things happen.
Then, a warm heat pressed along his whole body, from the back of his heels, along his ass, and over his back. He forgot everything else.
Master Eric’s erection pressed against him through his jeans, and his deep voice rumbled in his ear. “You’re doing such a good job, boy. I’m going to take off these shorts and then I’m going to strap down your legs. Do you still want me to take everything off?”
Micah nodded. He was a little scared, but he’d never been more ready in his life. “Yes, Sir.”
Master Eric drew away, and then he felt strong, confident hands drawing his shorts down over his ass, taking the packer in its special pouch down with them. Two hands guided his left leg onto another padded platform, and then his right.
The platforms were surprisingly comfortable, and just the right height so that he could relax his body completely.
Another touch added to the first two, as an anonymous pair of hands began constraining his left ankle, and then just below his left knee. Somehow, he knew that it was Master Eric doing the same on his right.
He felt exposed and vulnerable, aware that not only was he sexually available to them in every way, but also that those parts of his body that he was less comfortable with were in full view. Anyone who walked by would know that he wasn’t born a biological male.
Yet the strong hands at his ankles and wrists had gone quietly about their work, even after his body was revealed. He hadn’t heard any gasps or sneers.
Someone caressed his foot before stepping away from his leg, an oddly calming feeling amidst so many frightening and exhilarating sensations.
Master Eric secured the last strap, then ran a hand up his leg to massage his ass. He caressed it softly, then dug his fingers in for a tighter grip, before tracing along Micah’s crack.
He seemed to be going out of his way to keep at least one hand on Micah at all times, and he appreciated it. He was handing over control, but he would always know where Master Eric was.
“Look at that tight little ass,” Master Eric growled. His voice wasn’t overly loud, but Micah could tell that it was now meant for everyone in their little crowd.
It was going to be a bit of a performance, with Micah in the starring role. “I bet it would look good nice and red from my hand.”
Oh god, oh god. Micah was going to explode. He’d been so focused on the sex that he’d forgotten that he’d mentioned this little detail.
Master Eric’s hand massaged his butt a few more times. Then, without warning, he felt two sharp slaps against his skin. The feeling was electric, painful and beautiful all at once. He tried to arc back, but Master Eric’s other hand was waiting on his back and held him firmly in place.
Micah heard himself crying out, but before he could even draw a breath, he felt two more stinging slaps. They landed right on top of the last marks and fell even harder. He sucked in a moan, thrashing under Master Eric’s hands. He loved the feeling of being constrained while he struggled.
This was better than anything he’d imagined. Watching it in porn had always turned him on, but it was more intellectual. And the ex who’d given him a couple swats hadn’t really been trying.
This was the real thing. This was fire in his veins, lightning in his bones. The swats came down in a steady pattern, alternating cheeks and covering his ass from top to bottom. Every place they hit now had already been hit many times before, adding to the pain and pleasure.
He could hear the other men’s voices, complimenting Master Eric and perhaps appreciating the shape or color of his ass, but he was too overwhelmed to pay much attention.
It was all he could do to hang on, absorbing each of the smacks and crying out his sobbing joy.
With a final hard smack, Master Eric seemed to be done. Micah kept shaking with the echoes.
His eyes were closed as he floated, too absorbed in his own body to open them. He quietly marveled at how relaxed and limp he felt, even though he was a hair-trigger away from orgasm.
Then, Master Eric scratched his fingernails across his tender ass and Micah’s eyes flew open.
Master Eric was kneeling right in front of his tilted face, and their eyes collided.
Master Eric’s hand slid up his back, over the harness, and up to his face. He cupped his cheek and wiped away a tear. Then he pressed his lips to Micah’s. “That was beautiful, boy. I’m so proud of you.”
Micah’s heart swelled with pride and gratitude. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Are you ready for what’s next?” Master Eric whispered in his ear.
“Yes, Sir.”
Master Eric stood, but kept his hand resting on Micah’s back. He spoke to the men around him, but Micah knew the words were meant for him, too. “I think this boy deserves a good, hard fuck, don’t you?”
The dirty language was driving Micah wild. Something inside him resonated and shook open at the idea of being used like this. The mixed voices of the men’s responses only furthered his desires, making it more real.
The hand on his back drifted back down to his ass, which was now stinging and sensitive to every touch. The blunt fingers ran down his crack and tapped at his pucker. Micah squirmed and felt himself fluttering to open.
“He’s got two tight holes that need to be filled. Just use a different condom if you’re going to try them both. He says yellow or red and you stop immediately.”
Micah realized he hadn’t even been thinking about condoms, let alone the infections that might come from using the same one in both holes. He’d kind of assumed that people would use condoms because the club had a good reputation and screened its members, but he should have discussed it.
He was very, very lucky that Master Eric had taken care of that for him. It made him feel taken care of in much larger ways, like he was a cherished possession and Master Eric wouldn’t allow any harm to come to him.
Those fingers tapped at him again and pressed lightly inside. “Fuck, is he tight. Needs someone to loosen him up.”
It was sexy as hell being referred to in that slightly removed third-person way, like he was present but also an object to be used.
He felt a tingle of fear as it really started to sink in how vulnerable he was. He wanted this, but it was also scary to be completely bound while unknown people did things to him that he couldn’t even see.
It was also really hot.
A big part of that sexiness, he realized, was the sense that Master Eric was controlling the scene. It wasn’t a free-for-all, and Master Eric would make sure that he was not only safe, but enjoying himself.
Micah heard another voice, and it took him a moment to realize it wasn’t directed at him. “Get on in there, boy. You know that you want to.”
Micah was trying to figure out what all of this meant, when two big, meaty hands drew his butt cheeks apart, and a soft, wet touch that could only be a tongue started circling his hole.
Waves of sensation rolled through him, as intense as the spankings, but in a completely different way.
The sub, that giant of a man in the lacy panties, was eating his ass with obvious enthusiasm. He’d never felt anything like it in his life. Every muscle in his body quivered, trying to get closer.
He’d never
really thought about rimming before. It seemed vaguely gross and unnecessary. But now that it was happening, his whole body was attuned to that little circle of flesh. The sting of his cheeks as the sub gripped him tightly where he’d been spanked before only added to it.
He thrashed around, loving the jerk of the straps against his arms and Master Eric’s hand pressing his chest into the padding.
“Be still, boy.”
The command sent a whole different level of intensity through him. Not only was he physically restrained, but the Dom was expecting him to follow orders and restrain himself.
Micah forced himself to keep still, though every muscle trembled in place. The sub speared his tongue into his ass and Micah cried out in overwhelmed desperation.
But he managed to keep his body still, quivering at the added level of control that he was giving over to his Dom.
But quieting his body only made his moans louder. The sub was plunging his thick tongue in and out of Micah’s hole, mimicking a rapid fuck, and Micah was close to losing it.
“One more thing, boy,” Master Eric whispered in his ear. “You don’t come until I tell you to.”
He was never going to make it.
Chapter 4
Eric
Eric ran his hands down the sweet boy’s back one more time. They weren’t using the harness tonight, but just feeling it there was already giving him ideas for next time. With the boy’s enthusiastic responsiveness, there would definitely be a next time if he had anything to say about it.
Taylor was moaning into the boy’s ass, and Eric wanted in there, too. “You got him nice and loose for us?”
The question was rhetorical, meant mostly to keep the scene together and drive his sweet boy crazy. The sob he’d given when Eric had told him he couldn’t come was one he’d be reliving in his daydreams for a while.
Eric slid his hands down the crack that Taylor was holding open for him and slipped a finger inside the tight hole under Taylor’s tongue. Taylor kept licking and sucking away, bathing his finger and making the space impossibly wet and tight.
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