FrankenDom

by Rotham, Robin L.

  But I should let them know I was here, so when I reached the door, I pushed it open slowly…and froze.

  It was Julian flogging Colin. Still wearing the same jeans and tee shirt he’d had on earlier, he swung the floggers in almost a figure-eight pattern, his posture relaxed and open. The flexing of the muscles in his arms and shoulders was fascinating, but it was his face as he watched Colin that held me transfixed—he was smiling as he cried.

  “Are those shoulders heating up, my fuckhole?” he asked quietly. “They’re turning a very pretty shade of red.”

  “Mmmmmm, yes, Sir,” Colin mumbled without raising his head.

  Barely holding back tears of my own, I watched as Julian shifted his strike zone to the middle of Colin’s back and began working his way steadily downward. When he reached Colin’s hips, he spread out again, concentrating on his already pink buttocks while Colin’s rumbles grew louder. Julian stayed there for a long while, until the flesh had reached a deep shade of red. Then he changed to an underhand stroke without missing a beat, giving the bottom of Colin’s buttocks the same treatment.

  When one of his strikes strayed between Colin’s legs, Colin yelped and pushed up on his toes. I thought it was an accident at first, but then I looked at Julian’s face—his beatific smile had broadened to a grin.

  I smiled, too. Evil man.

  He stayed in the underhand pattern for a long time, hitting Colin between the legs randomly, chuckling with enjoyment as Colin’s cries grew louder and his body drew up tautly in anticipation of the more painful blows.

  Finally he stopped and laid the floggers on the medical table. After he shook his arms out, he smiled at me, placing his index finger over his lips in a shushing gesture. When I nodded, he pointed to a spot on the floor a couple of feet to Colin’s left.

  I complied eagerly, kneeling beside my lovely, endorphin-drugged master as he hung in his cuffs and wincing as my butt settled back on my heels. It would probably be a few days before sitting was enjoyable again, but for a ringside view of this, I’d gladly suffer any amount of discomfort. Colin’s skin practically glowed in the soft light of the table lamps, and I longed to run my tongue over the round red swells of his buttocks.

  Instead, I got to watch as Julian pressed his fully clothed body against Colin’s naked one and pressed lingering kisses on the back of his neck and across his shoulders. Colin whimpered in clear enjoyment.

  “Oh, Sir, I’ve missed this,” he whispered.

  “As have I, my sweet fuckhole. So much.” Julian’s voice grew thick. “You’ll never know how sorry I am for depriving you all those years, but I just didn’t think I had an ounce of control to spare after Jordan was diagnosed. No, don’t speak—I know you’ve absolved me, but I still want to make it up to you in whatever way I can.”

  Colin whimpered again, and then his whimper rose to a whine as he strained up onto his toes. I hadn’t noticed Julian’s hands sliding around his hips, but I noticed them now as one pulled Colin’s semi-hard cock upward. I leaned to see around the cross and gasped at the sight of the other one pulling down ruthlessly on Colin’s dark-red, stretcher-bound scrotum. Good God, Julian had been hitting that with the floggers?

  A laughing groan stuttered out of Colin.

  “Rachel, my beautiful slut-puppy, how long have you been here?” he asked, smiling down at me lazily.

  “Long enough to see her master take a good flogging,” Julian murmured against his ear before taking the lobe in his large white teeth.

  When he ground them in a circle, Colin’s laughing groan went up a good octave. “Oh fuck, Sir, you’re cruel.”

  “Be glad it’s not your sac in my teeth,” Julian said as he moved to the other ear. “Yet.”

  After a few more seconds of torture, Julian pulled away and Colin groaned. Ignoring him, Julian picked up the floggers and hung them in the cabinet, then came back with the same two canes Colin had used on me. When my eyes widened, he grinned.

  “Unlike you, my dear come slut, Colin is a pain slut. If he could see what I’ve got him my hands, he’d probably come without permission. He’ll probably do that anyway, so I might as well just plan on it and punish him in advance.”

  Colin whimpered and moved restlessly. I knew him well enough by now to recognize anticipation when I saw it. Jesus, he actually enjoyed being beaten with those things?

  Julian set the Delrin on the carpet and dived right into tapping the rattan all over Colin’s shoulders, buttocks and thighs, maintaining a fast pace. I watched with awe. He must have hit him with the cane a hundred times before he stopped to rub the mottling skin and Colin only moaned like he was enjoying it—which he was, if the state of his cock was any indication. When Julian began adding some weight to the taps and spacing them out a little, still bouncing all over Colin’s buttocks and flanks, Colin began to dance in his restraints, biting his lips and hissing.

  “Don’t come, dear fuckhole, or I’ll show you the business end of the Delrin.”

  Colin whined like he was starving and Julian had dangled a juicy steak in front of him.

  Then Julian switched out the canes and moved to stand beside me, laying stripes across his butt and thighs in earnest, rubbing his marks briefly and infrequently and giving him what I considered very little time to process the pain. Colin’s closed-mouth whimpers grew urgent as he twitched and jerked and jumped, and when Julian hit a certain level of intensity, he finally let his shouts and pleas fly.

  “Please, Sir! Please, Sir! Pleeeeease, Sir!”

  Julian stepped back and, much to my horror, tapped him twice, lightly, right on his tight, livid scrotum.

  Colin screamed, his whole body raging against his bonds, and then he burst into sobs as his semen splattered onto the wall in front of him in long streams.

  I was in shock, but Julian watched him with a tender smile.

  “There’s my fuckhole,” he murmured when Colin finally began to wilt. “That was beautiful, my love. You were wonderful.” He moved up behind him and began to stroke him gently all over beginning at his wrists and working all the way down to his calves. Then he knelt to rub Colin’s legs and wrapped his hands around his thighs, trailing kisses all over his mark of ownership.

  Whoever thought kissing someone else’s ass was humiliation had never seen this act of worship. I was in tears watching it.

  “I love you, Colin,” he said.

  “Thank you, Sir. I love you, too,” Colin mumbled, his head still hanging limply. “Will you please fuck me now? Please?”

  Julian looked at me and smiled as I wiped my eyes. “What do you think, little come slut. Would you like to see me fuck your master?”

  I smiled back. “I’d love to, Sir.”

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Once he’d helped a trembling Colin upstairs to the master bedroom and removed the evil-looking stretchers from his scrotum, Julian pushed a bottle of water into his hand and made him take a couple of pills. Then he urged him onto his stomach on the bed and wasted no time getting naked.

  Claiming another prime viewing spot on the other half of the bed, I watched as he went into the bathroom and returned with a tube of ointment. He nudged Colin’s legs apart and knelt between them, leisurely rubbing the stuff into the heavily marked flesh of his butt and legs.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured. “I truly didn’t realize how much I’d missed this.”

  “Does that mean you’ll do it again?” Colin asked in a drowsy voice.

  “Just try and stop me.”

  Colin sighed. “Thank you, Sir.”

  When he was finished, Julian capped the tube and laid it on the nightstand, then reached inside for a bottle of lube and spent even longer preparing Colin for his penetration.

  Colin hissed but didn’t complain when Julian urged him to his back and put a pillow under his hips, then stretched out over him. Heat washed over me as they kissed lushly, tenderly, even intuitively—they’d clearly been lovers in every sense of the word for years. The sight of Julian’
s straight blond hair mingling with Colin’s brown curls was incredibly arousing. The sight of Julian’s hand pulling Colin’s up beside his head was even more so. There was something so sweetly vulnerable about Colin’s exposed armpit, with its patch of hair brown hair. I wanted to lick that pale, tender skin.

  Then Julian made an adjustment out of my sight with his other hand and Colin groaned, arching his back.

  “Are you all right, my love?”

  “Yes, Sir,” he whispered. “Thank you so much for my marks.”

  “Believe me, they were my pleasure. Thank you for helping me find the courage to give them to you.”

  Drawing Colin’s other arm up, Julian pinned his wrists to the mattress and braced himself up on his spread knees. Then he flexed his hips and I could see that his cock was already buried inside Colin. Between them Colin’s cock strained toward his navel, red and needy. Julian moved in and out slowly, drawing it out, teasing us both, and it wasn’t long before Colin began to whimper.

  “Please, Sir. Please fuck me.”

  “What do you think I’m doing, my fuckhole?”

  “Teasing me, Sir!”

  “Isn’t that my prerogative?”

  Colin shuddered. “Yes, Sir. Please tease me, Sir.”

  “Reverse psychology isn’t going to work, Colin. I’ll fuck you into the mattress when I’m damn well ready.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Julian must have been pretty close to ready already because his pace picked up at once. He slung his hips forward, driving steadily into Colin, and I bit my knuckle at the image they made. I could watch this every single night and never get tired of it.

  Colin’s moans increased in volume and Julian drove him harder, fucking him like a machine.

  “Rachel, if you want his come, it’s about to make an appearance,” Julian panted.

  He didn’t need to tell me twice. I scuttled over and insinuated my head under his arm to capture Colin’s cock in my mouth. It was unbelievably exciting to put myself in that position, wedged between them in the midst of such power and vulnerability and love. When Julian put a hand on my head and forced Colin deeper, resting some of his weight on me, I closed my eyes and went under, throbbing with hot arousal.

  Colin sobbed like he was in pain, and then started shouting as his come poured into the back of my mouth.

  Julian groaned long and low. “So good, beautiful slaves, so good.”

  His movements grew jerky as his muscles trembled violently, and then he shouted too, driving home and staying there, grinding himself into Colin.

  * * * * *

  Long after Julian had left the bed, I floated in supreme enjoyment with my head resting on Colin’s abdomen, holding his flaccid flesh in my mouth and caressing it delicately with my tongue while I smoothed my palm up and down his thighs. I would never get enough of this, and I would never, ever leave him again, for any reason.

  Finally letting him slip away, I said, “That was incredible, Sir. All of it.”

  Humming with contentment, Colin stroked my hair. “It was.”

  “Are you feeling all right?”

  “I’m feeling marvelous. How’s your ass, my Rachel? Are you hurting yet?”

  “Not as much as I thought I’d be.”

  “The pain pills are still helping then.”

  I raised up on my elbow to look at him. “You gave me pain pills?”

  “Of course. You don’t remember?”

  “Not at all. Wow.”

  “You were pretty out of it, little slave. I was proud of you, but we’re never doing that again. Are we, Rachel?” he asked pointedly.

  I smiled. “No, Sir. I’ll never let anyone but you and Julian top me again.”

  “Without my permission,” he qualified.

  “Without your permission, Sir.”

  He pulled me to his chest and hugged me. “And you’re never having another one-night stand with a lame substitute for what you really want.”

  “Never,” I said fervently. “That was awful. How did you know about him anyway?” I asked, flushing.

  “Julian wasn’t kidding when he said he monitored your activities, Rachel. If that guy had exhibited the least sign of dominance, he would have been forcibly removed from your vacation plans.”

  Unsure how to feel about that, I said, “Please tell me there’s no photographic evidence.”

  Julian came back in, wearing his unbuttoned jeans.

  “I had a file with surveillance shots of the milquetoast,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed by Colin, “but none of the two of you together, if that’s what you’re concerned about. I destroyed it all when we left Bangenschloss anyway.”

  “Okay, good.”

  Julian leaned over and kissed Colin sweetly on the lips. “Good night, my beloved fuckhole. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  Colin caught him behind the head and pulled him back for a deeper kiss. “Good night, my beloved master. Thank you again.”

  After Julian kissed me, I grabbed his hand. “Please wait, Sir. I want both of you to promise me something. And I’m asking as Dr. Rachel McBride, not as a slave.”

  They looked at each other and then Colin said, “It depends on the promise.”

  “I want you to promise that if I’m ever dying and a head transplant is the only way to keep me alive, you’ll let me go.” When neither of them answered, I said, “Please. I don’t want either of you going through something like this again, and there are some things I just don’t want to live with—like having to deal with some other woman’s period every month.”

  They looked at each other again and then looked me right in the eye and promised.

  I gave a disgusted sigh. “There’s no way you’ll keep that promise, is there?”

  Colin grinned. “Nope. We’d both better hope he dies first or one of us might wind up with our head attached to a pig or something.”

  Julian smacked his bruised hip. “Just for that, I’m attaching yours to a jackass.”

  “Don’t forget, Sir,” Colin said with a grin, “I know how to transplant a head, too. If anything happens to you, I might put your head on a woman’s body and you can spend the rest of your life as my Domina Julia.”

  Julian frowned fiercely…and then looked intrigued. “Now that could be a fascinating project. There’s a lot of room for improvement in the field of gender reassignment.”

  Colin rolled his eyes. “Good night, Sir.”

  “Good night, my dears,” Julian said absently as he closed the door behind him, obviously considering a possible expansion on his research.

  “I think you’ve just given him a new reason for living,” I said as I snuggled back into Colin’s arms. “I hope I’m not kicking him out of his own bed.”

  He shook his head. “We’ve never shared a room. He only sleeps a couple of hours at a time, and I like my eight hours when I can get them. That’s what I hated most after you left,” he added softly. “Sleeping alone again.”

  “Oh Colin,” I sighed, hugging him. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I thought you’d comfort each other.”

  “He was too much of a wreck about Jordan. But that’s all behind us now,” he added firmly, tugging my chin up with a finger to look me in the eye. “You’re never leaving me again. You’re mine, Rachel Anne McBride, and as soon as my ring is on your finger, everyone will know it. I want to meet your family.”

  My head spun and it took me a moment to catch up. “You want to marry me?”

  “No, I’m going to marry you, and you’re going to marry me. This week. You agreed to be my slave unconditionally and do anything I ordered you to, remember? No safe-wording out of it.”

  Though tears prickled in my eyes, I laughed. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m glad you’re able to see reason.”

  Then I bit my lip. “What about Julian?”

  “He’s mostly married to his research, Rachel, and we both think it’s best this way. If that’s all right with you,” he added. “You do have some s
ay in this, sweet slave.”

  “He’ll stay with us, though?”

  “He couldn’t live without us, and I don’t want to live without him.”

  I sighed, snuggling into his chest. “I don’t either.”

  “Maybe someday soon we can have a baby or two and name one of them after his very kinky Uncle Julian?” he said hopefully.

  “That sounds wonderful.” I looked up at him then. “Doesn’t Julian want to have kids?”

  “God, no. There’s no way he’d chance losing someone else he loved to Bain’s. He had a vasectomy years ago.”

  I nodded. That was kind of sad, but it seemed the reasonable thing to do. Julian might be too obsessive to be a fun father anyway.

  “You’ll be a wonderful father,” I whispered, kissing his chin.

  “Now that Julian’s whipped me into shape, I think I might just agree with you.” He leaned down to kiss me, and then pulled me over to straddle him. “I think I owe you a few good, hard orgasms while our pain pills are still working, my darling little brave slave.”

  Smiling down at his wonderful face, I said, “I wouldn’t dream of arguing with you, Sir.”

  His hands slid down to squeeze my butt cheeks and I inhaled sharply.

  “Are you sure about that, Rachel?” he asked. “I’m still going to fuck this ass tonight. Just give me a couple of hours.”

  Scowling, I declared, “I think Julian might have created a monster after all.”

  Colin gave me a delightfully evil grin. “My love, you have no idea…”

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  About Robin L. Rotham

  When I complained of being bored the summer before 7th grade, my mother (who worked at a boookstore at the time) handed me a stripped copy of Victoria Holt's The Shivering Sands--and I was hooked. I became a voracious reader and an aspiring author, bringing home stacks of books from the library every single week. The next year, I did a school report on Ms. Holt and wrote to her asking for information. In reply, she sent me an autographed photo and a lovely two-page hand-written letter in which she encouraged me to follow my writing dreams. Sadly, both the photo and the letter were lost over many moves, but my writing dreams remained.