Finding Bliss: Fantasy MMMM Gay Romance (Trial of Submission Book 3)

by Natalie Wish

  Saainren made sure to steady him with a gentle, but firm touch to his back, before he started binding his brave sub, who volunteered to be the first meal of this show.

  His fingers danced over the smaller man’s body, trussing him up in the ropes, both to make him look even more mouth-watering and provide a sense of security, that his wonderful sub could find in the steady pressure. With practice his skill with the ropes soared and he didn’t have to look at a book detailing a technique he wanted to replicate and could focus all of his attention on the delicious process.

  Another loop, another knot, another shaky breath from the slim body under his hands and the intricate web of connection spanning Mexi’s front and capturing his hands at the small of his back was complete.

  “Kneel,” he ordered, his sonorous voice like thunder in the charged air.

  Mexi fell onto his knees beautifully. It was poetry in motion. Saainren was never going to get tired of this sight.

  He took a moment to let the crowd take in the sight of his captivating sub, demurely on his knees in front of Saainren’s tall, domineering figure, before he crouched down to finish what he started. He took Mexi’s ankle in hand, threading the rope around it, with a goal of connecting his feet and hands together in a bind that would restrain the sub’s movements even more fully. Mexi’s back was kept straight, preventing him from slouching forward and his ankles and wrist had to stay together. That left him with not a lot room to maneuver.

  But there was one thing he still could do.

  Saainren stood up and prowled around the bound man slowly, like predator circling his prey, delighting in its heart beating like mad. He finished in front of Mexi and pushed his black leather boot between his knees.

  “Spread your legs,” he demanded. “Show everyone your pretty little cock.”

  Mexi gasped, but did as he was told, spreading his knees wide, while the rope kept his ankles together, first showing the prize to Saainren and later, when he stepped back, to their excited audience.

  “That’s a good boy, letting me show you off,” Saainren murmured, running his hands over the red strands of hair, making sure they stayed at the sub’s back and nothing was obscuring the view.

  Mexi was already hard, entranced with his submission and flushed from Saainren treating him like something worth displaying.

  “It’s a beautiful picture, my prince. But can I add something as well?” Rogan appeared next to him, bowing slightly while asking the question.

  “Me too! Me too!” Xanran interrupted rudely, not even waiting for his turn as they had planned.

  “Fine. Show me what can possibly enhance this alluring view.”

  First, Rogan came back from the prop table with a wide red ribbon. It was wrapped delicately around Mexi’s head, the thick, but soft fabric robbing him of sight.

  Then, Xanran returned with a gag. The black leather straps cradled a red ball between them, that fit perfectly into their sub’s mouth. Xanran gave a cocky kiss to the red rubbery ball spreading the elf’s lips, before he pulled back with a smirk, leaving Mexi only able to pant and moan behind the barrier.

  “Good job,” Saainren praised them. “It seems by working together on our little gem we created something even more wonderous. Why don’t you two reward Mexi for being so wonderfully compliant and sitting still for us?” he lowered his head to Mexi’s ear to whisper. “Even though I know that you want to squirm and test the bonds, so, so, much.”

  Mexi made a muffled sound against the gag and Saainren laughed.

  ∞∞∞

  Mexi was in hell. Or in heaven. Or maybe on one of those planes somewhere in between.

  The sensation of the ropes made his skin tingle, while the gag forced him to breath harshly through his nose, and the blindfold made the presence of hundreds of people something he didn’t have to focus on, but at the same time he could hear them so much more clearly when he wasn’t concentrating on sight.

  Each of those things would be bearable on its own, but together? All of those at the same time? And with... with...

  Mexi blanked for a moment as a hot mouth descended on his cock. He could tell it was Xanran only by the tinkle of beads in his braids when he moved his head up and down, sucking on Mexi’s cock leisurely. He already traded places with Rogan many times, first as they were teasing his nipples, then using their hands on his cock and balls to drive him mad and now... stars, it was time for their mouths.

  The dragon’s mouth left him and after a moment a short, prickly beard dragged over his sensitive inner thighs.

  “Nnngh!” Mexi protested at the sensation. The beard burn made the whole area ever more sensitive and as Rogan swallowed his dick down, his fingers played with Mexi’s responsive skin, tormenting him with delicate touches.

  The only thing Mexi could do was just hang there by a thread. And when another switch occurred and a hot dragon throat welcomed him in, he couldn’t help but come in the inviting hotness, straining against his bounds. He didn’t even try to shape words, just expressed his orgasm in grunts and moans around the gag that was now dripping with his saliva.

  His body wanted to slump when the aftershocks of his explosive ejaculation passed, but the ropes held him tight and Saainren steadied him from his position at Mexi’s back.

  He blinked blearily against the darkness of the blindfold and whimpered when he remembered that this was only his first orgasm of the night.

  Indeed, Saainren and Rogan returned to their favorite pastime of making Mexi squirm once more. The process of caressing his whole body and then escalating to his erogenous zones continued.

  Hands. Mouths. Another orgasm.

  And another.

  Mexi was shaking and crying, his tears escaping from below the red blindfold, leaving a salty taste on the lips that were spread open wide, as they dragged him towards his fourth orgasm.

  It was too much-

  ‘Do you want to stop?’ Saainren asked in his head.

  He was thankful for the security the mindlink spell gave them in circumstances such as this.

  ‘No... just... no more... please, make it the last one, please, please, please-’ He wasn’t sure how many times he pleaded with his Dominant through their mental link, but he felt the bone deep relief when they stopped after his fourth orgasm. He let himself drift on the cloud of hazy sensation, appreciating how his body still sparked, like a faulty lightening spell, even though the only touch on his body now was Saainren untying the ropes and the other two cleaning him up.

  “I will take off the blindfold, close your eyes,” Rogan said with that caring tone, his usual gruffness nowhere in sight.

  Mexi closed his eyes against the brightness when the red blindfold was lifted. He kept them closed until the gag was removed as well, and his hands and feet set loose.

  Then he blinked them open.

  “Oh,” he took a startled breath, gazing at the seemingly endless sea of people.

  Somewhere in the proceedings he forgot about them.

  But they didn’t forget about him.

  They saw everything. How Mexi was flayed open with commands and touches and with the pleasure they had brought.

  They saw how good his Doms were to him.

  He made a small sound of contentment before he buried his face in Rogan’s chest as the guard carried him to the side, leaving the rest of the show in Saainren’s and Xanran’s capable hands.

  ∞∞∞

  “That was quite a sight, am I right?” Xanran called out to the crowd as he and Saainren were left at the center of the stage. “How can one surpass such a show?” He sighed forlornly and feigned being troubled, but after a few second a wicked smile split his lips. “Well, I will still try.”

  He walked around the edge of the raised platform and talked to the humans, dragons, dwarves, and elves surrounding it and, as if it was an afterthought, started
disrobing along the way; pieces of clothing falling to the floor, just like his honeyed proclamations fell onto eager ears.

  “I may be a bit greedy, but I want all of your eyes just on me. Watching as I surrender myself, as I give all I have got and then when I’m pushed to give that little bit more, to achieve the heights I thought impossible. Seeing how I bow down in supplication and shiver with pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain, until they are one and the same. I don’t want you to miss even the slightest detail...” He paused in place and looked at the furthest rows of the ‘theatre’. “But it’s not easy to see everything close enough, clear enough, is it? It’s a shame how people behind me can’t see how I’m sliding my hand into my pants... mmm... such a shame....”

  A silvery magical butterfly flew over the crowd and fluttered its wings in front of him.

  “Fortunately, this little guy can help us with that.”

  Amongst the gasps and amazed cries of the crowd magical windows, just like the ones available in the hotel rooms, started appearing over the watchers with bursts of flowery magic. Everybody could watch now, from the point of view of the magical butterfly, how Xanran guided his hand up around his torso and pinched a pebbled nipple between his fingers. That butterfly shimmied closer and they could catch even more details; how one of the nails bit into his flesh painfully, how his chest quivered with a moan, how the nipple darkened with flowing blood, teasingly awakened to life.

  The crowd went nuts.

  It was Mexi who started them on this path with his exploration of the guest rooms unusual entertainment system, but it was Xanran who suggested using it here. Lady Letha was skeptical if it would be worth hiring additional mages to set those spells up, so Xanran felt utterly vindicated at the over-enthusiastic reaction of the gathered mass of people.

  Sure, they were performing here for practical reasons, but Xanran’s dragon pride wanted to make this to be an unforgettable experience. And now? He hadn’t even properly started yet and already he made an impression on these people that will stay with them forever, like a mark on their soul.

  He dared any of them to forget him now.

  “Good job, pet,” a voice murmured in his ear and he watched as one of the magic windows in front of him switched to the view of a smirk on Saainren’s face. With the prince, there came more butterflies, each one with the ability to share what their spectral eyes saw. They orbited softly around both of them and nothing was being left to imagination anymore.

  Well, except for...

  “Take off the rest of your clothes,” Saainren ordered and Xanran quickly toed off his boots and sock and let his pants fell down.

  He didn’t bother wearing underwear today. He was here to be shameless after all.

  Saainren ran his hands all over his body as if checking to make sure his property wasn’t damaged in any way.

  It wasn’t.

  It was time to change that.

  “Your marks from the whipping are already gone. I was remiss in paying attention to you, wasn’t I? You shouldn’t spend even a day unmarked when under my hands,” Saainren declared darkly. “Hmm, how should I brand you...”

  “Your magic! Please, your magic!” Xanran called out, suddenly desperate for what they already agreed would happen.

  A harsh hand yanked his head back, until it lay on the prince’s shoulder, Xanran’s body bowing to relieve the painful pressure of his hair being viciously pulled.

  “Please, who?”

  “Sir! Please, sir!” Xanran corrected himself fervently; he sometimes forgot on purpose, but not this time. This time he wanted to be a good boy. To be putty in those aristocratic hands, to offer no resistance.

  Saainren’s not quite convinced hmmm meant he would have to work for his favour. He let go of Xanran’s hair and shoved him back into a straight position.

  “Magic you say. Alright, I will give you magic. Should I start with ice... or fire?”

  “Ice, please, sir!” Xanran responded immediately, not expecting to be given such a choice, but knowing from their test trial that the cold was easier to start with.

  “Close your eyes,” Saainren said. The magical floating window disappeared from Xanran’s sight as he obeyed the command.

  From the sound of excited whispers, he surmised that the prince summoned his magic. He couldn’t really feel it as it was neither dragon nor druidic magic. As a wizard the prince had a few elemental spells and the ice and fire ones proved to be ideal for their purposes.

  He waited patiently for the touch of a freezing hand on his back.

  The palm of the prince’s hand pressed firmly between his shoulders.

  “AH!” He nearly fell forward, because...

  It was searing hot!

  The prince lied to him and started with fire!

  After the first shock Xanran realized with embarrassment that the hand wasn’t really searing hot, it was just very warm. But by expecting cold and getting the opposite, his brain magnified the sensation to unreasonable results.

  “That was mean, sir,” he pouted, but the warm hand was flowing over his back, along with an equally pleasantly warm twin, and his muscles were melting under the almost-massage, his body relaxing against his will and lazy heat starting to swirl in his groin.

  “Oh? Then I wonder what you will think about this.”

  He wanted cold? He got it.

  Straight onto the areas oversensitive with lingering warmth.

  He whimpered as those now cold hands traced a path from shoulders to the small of his back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Bored with his back the prince ventured to his front and a thrill shot through Xanran at the thought of seeing that blue magic gathered at its master’s fingertips.

  “Open your eyes,” Saainren ordered as if he read his mind.

  Xanran focused immediately on the spell that was ready to be used so close to his body. Only when the dragon’s attention was focused there did Saainren reach forward to touch his nipples. Xanran shivered at the press of the cold hands, leaning into them as his nipples hardened into rosy nubs. When the color of the magic started to change to red he knew what was coming.

  But that didn’t mean he was prepared for it.

  “Ngh... Ugh! Ah!” he grunted as the hot and cold sensations merged into an inferno of pain and pleasure. He balled his hands into fists at his sides to prevent himself from grabbing his Dom’s hands, relishing the shock of sensation and forcing himself to stay where he was.

  The touch disappeared, but the sensation dissipated slowly, lingering. Somehow, he could feel both the heat of awakened nerves and the numbing sensation of soothing coldness. Obeying his Dom’s command he opened his eyes and gulped at the sight in front of him, his throat going dry.

  Saainren was playing with a flame in his hands. The spell that had touched him seconds ago was the same incantation that could fry an enemy to a crisp with lines of burning fire. The silent reminder of Saainren’s status as a mage, a powerful and dangerous man... it did things to Xanran. His imagination ran wild to a more careless, more vicious uses of that flame, to things Saainren could do to really make him scream, to brand him forever...

  A thrill of fear went down his spine and he let himself delight in it.

  When the prince’s hands touched him again, they were back to only low murmur of the spell, the flames exchanged for warmth, just a few degrees hotter than before. Of course, he wouldn’t hurt his dragon like that, but the pretense of it... how Xanran’s heart was running wild from the threat...

  He keened against the hot pressure, his legs starting to tremble. Holding himself up against this onslaught was beginning to be more and more difficult.

  “Does it feel good to take my magic into you, just like you take my cum? I wonder how much you can take, before it spills out, before you choke on it.”

  “All of it. More. Sir, Sir!” Xanran called out, even
though he wasn’t sure he was ready for more.

  “Hmm. Let’s put your claims to a test. Hands behind you!” his Dom demanded and, as a willing sacrifice to his own urges, Xanran did what he was ordered to do.

  To his surprise the prince bound his wrists behind him in thick swatches of fabric and then leather. An unusual bind and something they hadn’t discussed in detail, leaving room for improvisation.

  The prince circled him, admiring his bound form and this time ice danced over his fingers. The spell Xanran saw freeze a hulking beast, so that it could be shattered into million pieces under Rogan’s sword. Even with the distance between them he could feel the chilling aura surrounding the mage, making Xanran shiver, both from its effect and from his excitement. When Saainren was behind him again he gasped at the feeling of ice spreading over his bonds.

  Oh! The prince made sure the ice wasn’t touching his skin directly, but he could still feel its encompassing presence and had to lean forward a little so his bound ice encrusted hands wouldn’t touch his body. He was shackled by the very magic of his master.

  And a moment later he felt what he was bound for.

  “Ah! Cold!” he couldn’t help but to exclaim, as the prince ran not just a cold hand but a crystal of ice over Xanran’s abs. The frozen water melted slowly when coming in contact with his hotter body, leaving droplets of water sneaking down to where his cock stood hard and proud. That seemed to catch his Dom’s attention, his gaze dropping down and Xanran held his breath as the little chunk of frozen water started its journey to a new destination.

  “Sir...” he whimpered as the ice touched his blond pubic hair and steadily climbed up his cock, from the place where his knot could appear if he willed it, to the very tip of the head. The delicate skin felt so much, registered every sensation, the veins on his erection filled with rushing blood.

  Xanran keened as the tip of that melting crystal pressed not only over, but into his cock, sinking just a bit into the hole at the tip. Then the prince’s hand pumped him, stroking from the root to the tip, now in turn soothing him with the heat and nearly making him lose his mind.