Lincoln ran his fingers over the rope slowly. “Silk.”
“And jute. Just enough to give the rope a little sting. I make it. Every rope here, I’ve made.”
I could see the gears turning in Lincoln’s mind. He was going to like this a lot—and he was going to ask Bill for lessons. I knew it.
I was going to have to burn the remains of my pants when this was all done. The idea of having them—all three of them—tie me up and do lots of rude things to my lady bits had me on fucking fire.
With the patience of Job, Bill guided Lincoln around the ropes, after he fully released Bastian from the rig earlier. Once all the rope was hung neatly, they were back to him and began slowly unwinding the lengths from Bastian’s still relaxed state.
Lincoln carefully coiled the rope as it was unwound, standing in front of Bastian for a moment. Then, as Bill unlaced the lattice work, Lincoln moved behind Bastian.
Staring straight at me, he whispered in Bastian’s ear, just loud enough for me to hear, “You see our little bird sitting there, Bastian? She’s watching us.” Lincoln slipped his hand around Bastian’s neck and gripped his throat lightly. “She likes to watch, and likes to be watched. Did you know she’s always held a torch for you?”
Bastian could do nothing but whimper.
Stroking his fingers over a pulse point, Lincoln smiled. “She wants to see you. I want to see you. This sculpted body. I want to run my tongue over every valley your muscles make, over ever soft piece of flesh I see. She wants to see us kiss, she wants to watch me enjoy stroking my hand over your hard length, watch me bring you to climax. She wants to see me take you, and watch you take me in turn. She wants to see utter fucking bliss on your face as I spill my cum inside you.”
“Fuck,” Bastian whispered.
“Have you ever been with a man?”
“No…”
Oh shit.
“Are you hard right now, Bastian?”
“Yes,” he barely breathed the word.
“You’re not allowed to come,” Lincoln said.
Hell. He was already very alpha, but Lincoln was going to be a quick study in this dominant role.
I watched Bastian shudder, and try to control himself. Lincoln smirked and lowered his mouth close enough to nibble on the soft spot behind his ear.
“Are you excited to share our pretty little Wren?”
“Yes, sir,” he whispered.
I saw that word go straight through Lincoln, electrifying him. His tongue traced along the shell of Bastian’s ear, and nipped at his skin.
“I think I like this Dom position. I’m going to have to learn how to tie you up, and take you down. Mmm. Just imagining you and Wren in a rig together.”
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
“Later, love.” Lincoln grinned, still stroking his fingers over Bastian’s pulse point.
Bill was nearly done with removing all the ropes, and left just a basic shibari pattern on his body: some ropes up the legs, up his thighs, twists across his stomach to his arms. His arms were still bound behind him, but the knots at his wrists were far more simple now.
A piece of cloth had been folded into the ropes covering his dick. It was doing a piss poor job of hiding his hard-on, and I was thrilled by that.
Bill took a moment, and ran his hand down Bastian’s mostly naked chest. “Mister Foster, if you’d like to take lessons with me, please let Master Black know and we can arrange that. I would be even more thrilled if you could bring Bastian back for some of our more advanced lessons.”
“I will most assuredly be here for lessons,” Lincoln said. “Thank you.”
Bill nodded and headed out the door. I held up a hand. “Are you sure you want to leave?”
Bill dipped his head. “I am. He has both of you. I’m sure there’s a pretty little thing on the dance floor who would be just thrilled to take care of me.” The door clicked closed behind him.
I looked back at Lincoln, who was staring at Bastian. “The rest of the ropes are yours, Linc”
He looked at me. “We promised Fischer…”
I smirked. “We don’t have to do anything. Or you can trust me to tell you that Fischer will not care if you took your taste of him.” I stood from the chair and walked to the two of them, and cupping Lincoln’s jaw in my hand. “He will only request to watch you while he takes me.”
“Oh, God…” Bastian’s voice was strung out.
Lincoln smirked. “And you, little bird? How do you feel about me sucking his cock?”
“If I can watch? You’ll owe me a fucking.” My eyes darted to Bastian. “While he fucks you.”
The moan from Bastian was unmistakable. We had to do something before the man came, untouched. Releasing Lincoln from my hand, I stood in front of Bastian.
“I’m only a little jealous that Lincoln got to taste your lips before I did,” I whispered. I leaned in and caught his mouth with mine, keeping the kiss liquid and soft.
But he tasted good. Chocolate and male. I realized I was tasting another man on his lips and that made me…growly. Upset. I knew it wasn’t one of my men—not Lincoln or Fischer, and I didn’t like that. “You need to change that flavor,” I whispered. “Next time I kiss you, I want Lincoln on your tongue.”
“Holy fuck, please…”
I turned and kissed Lincoln. “I want to know what he tastes like on you. Find out for me.”
By the time I got back to the chair, Lincoln and Bastian were locked in a kiss that incinerated…my pants, maybe? The chair I was sitting on? It was insane. My whole body was consumed watching them.
It was my turn to be the voyeur.
Goodie.
Bastian didn’t struggle against the ropes, but let Lincoln have possession of him. The cloth that had been a weak excuse for coverage, was on the floor, and it was a pity I had missed that reveal. But Bastian was pleasantly endowed.
Lincoln’s hand roamed over the parts of Bastian’s skin that were exposed by the ropes. Whenever his fingers danced over Bas’s nipples, I saw his eyes crunch tight.
An idea hit me. I walked to the cabinet in the corner and opened it—finding all kinds of fun toys and implements there. There were a dozen different kinds of clips, but I picked the simple alligator version and closed the cabinet.
I leaned in for a kiss from Lincoln, and took one of Bastian’s nipples in my fingers. I pinched it, and he hissed. I slipped the clip onto him and he gasped. Lincoln grinned and helped himself to the other nipple and clamp.
Smiling, I kissed Bastian softly. “Like that?”
“Yes…” he hissed out the word.
Lincoln moved back into take control of his lips and I figured it would be better for me to just stay here, watch this up close. The chair was likely to explode if I went to sit on it.
So, I sat. Right next to them on the floor. I watched as Lincoln’s hand cradled Sebastian’s balls, rolling them gently. He used his other hand to tug the chain connecting his nipples, and elicit the most amazing sounds of want from Bastian.
Dragging his hands down Bastian’s body, Lincoln landed on his knees. He wrapped a careful hand around Bas’s hard cock and studied him.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man,” he whispered. “I’ve missed this.”
His tongue darted out and he licked the dewy drops of precum off the head, and let out a breath that was almost a moan. Bastian’s gasp was loud. His head tipped forward to watch Lincoln in front of him.
“Please,” he whispered.
Lincoln lifted him and licked from the base to the tip, then slipped him over his lips and ever so slowly took him right down to the root.
“Shit,” I whispered.
I couldn’t be sure what Bastian said. It was barely English, and his whole body heaved at once. Pulling him out and then dipping back down, Lincoln made him cry out this time.
“I can feel you swallowing my dick.” Linc hummed a positive answer, and Bastian convulsed. “Holy shit! I can’t…please don’t
…”
He pulled back and looked up. “Don’t what, Bastian? Don’t make you come? You want me to edge you until you pass out? I can…”
“I want it to last…”
“Do you think this is the only time I’m going to let you fuck my mouth, Bas?” Lincoln asked, rolling his sac softly in one hand. “Because this is not a one-time relationship.”
I reached up and gently put my palm on his ass, stroking the skin with my fingers. “Fuck his mouth, Sebastian. There will be other times to edge, other times he’ll fuck yours.” My fingers raised gooseflesh on his backside.
Lincoln let go of Bastian’s balls and slipped his hand back to the puckered entrance and danced a finger there. The move made his whole body shake and shiver.
“I’ll have this too,” Lincoln said.
“Fuuuuuuhhh….” Bastian couldn’t finish because Lincoln had taken him back in his mouth, and swallowed him down. He also didn’t move his finger from where he was stroking his hole.
My hand left his ass, and I stood. I tugged the chain on his nipples again, and he turned to looked at me. He was nearly in tears. I moved to stand behind him, and I nibbled on the junction of his shoulder and neck. Every once in a while, as Lincoln’s mouth bobbed up and down on his cock, I pull on the chain. My other hand rested on his hip.
“It feels so good,” he whimpered. “So…good…”
“Come in his mouth, Bastian.” My words dusted over his ear. I heard Lincoln grunt his agreement. “Give him your cum.”
They both groaned. I felt Bastian’s hips twitching and I held him still. He still tried to move. I could feel his whole body tensing, and a whimper leave his throat. Waiting just a moment more, I pulled the chain again, then reached up and unclipped them.
The shock of blood rushing back in caused a sharp pain—I knew that—and Bastian yelled out wordlessly. Pressed against him, I could feel his body tense and still under the influence of the orgasm.
Lincoln didn’t let him out of his mouth. I saw him swallow, and swallow again. Just a few drops of cum slipped from the side of his mouth, but he took everything Bastian gave him.
Drawing a hard breath, Bastian cried, “Fuck my mouth. Please fuck my mouth!”
Taking no time at all, Lincoln was up and pulling his cock out. I helped the still bound Sebastian to his knees, and helped guide Lincoln into the wet, warm depths of Bastian’s mouth. Lincoln ran his fingers through the dark, black, lush locks and gripped Bastian’s head.
He leaned into me, taking my mouth while he used Bastian’s, driving into him. Not brutally—he knew Bastian wasn’t experienced yet. He took control and while he slid his cock in and out of the hot and willing mouth, he kissed me.
I tasted Bastian’s cum on his lips. It mingled with the familiar flavor that was Lincoln, and I opened completely to him, welcoming him.
“Pants off,” he managed to breathe. While he moved one hand out of Sebastian’s hair, I unfastened my own pants and Lincoln yanked them down, his hand finding its way to my pussy.
He thrust two fingers deep inside me, and groaned, “So wet.”
I pushed down on the heel of his palm and he pushed back. The hand in Bastian’s hair moved in sync with the one inside me, and Lincoln’s mouth owned me.
It took just a minute or two for both Lincoln and I to pull apart and shudder through our mutual orgasms. I felt like I was going to collapse onto Bastian, but somehow managed to stay up. I leaned my forehead against Lincoln’s and looked down at the man between us.
Bastian hadn’t quite been able to swallow of Linc’s cum, and it dripped down his chin. He looked debauched.
He looked so damn fuckable.
Lincoln heaved a breath. “Fuck.”
I let out a small laugh. “That’s what Lust is supposed to do to you.”
“Well. He’s pretty fucking good at his job.”
Sebastian
Barry and his girlfriend, Cora, were putting on quite the show for me. Flirting, touching, little kisses.
I had to school my reaction. I wanted to kick him in the balls. And her in the lady balls. Because they both deserved it. They were sociopathic child molesters, and this display—now that I knew about it—was pissing me off.
The hints of strange I had started to see around people were now in full bloom. Ever since Lincoln and I had connected in that room four days ago, everything seemed…more. People were sporting bruises and cuts. Some people had even more, like wounds and worms and one had a snake in his hair. The most frightening was the one who’s throat was torn out.
Fischer had explained all of this was me. I was seeing this, it was a gift.
What kind of gift put snakes in people’s hair?
They were the manifestation of sin, he said. I didn’t understand a lot of what was going on at that moment, but he’d gotten through to me on that one.
Now, sitting here in front of these two… It was worse than two victims on the beaches at Normandy. I could see pieces of their skull through their skin, oozing pustules, boils, snakes, worms, maggots, their throats were gutted, some of their fingers were only bone.
They had a strange black aura around them, like they were standing in front of a light—or something that removed light.
I could almost hear Lincoln, Fischer, Wren, and Lily upstairs in the second bedroom swearing and screaming at each other at this ridiculous display. I wondered if they could see the gore on them.
Lily was probably the most pissed. She had a major Pipeline player two floors below her, and she couldn’t move on it. Not yet.
“So, Cora, you’re aware of Barry’s sessions with me?”
“Of course.” She reluctantly pulled her eyes away from her wuvvy-dovey. “Our relationship thrives on honesty. And he’s been so good about that.”
The dark aura pulsed violently around her.
“And you understand this means if you choose to stay with Barry, there can’t be any children.”
She rolled her eyes. “We can get a dog. Same deal, less diapers.”
Barry chuckled. There was a new, second layer in that laugh. One that just oozed dishonesty. A mocking tone, as if I—as if we didn’t know he was lying.
“So, let’s run through some things here, involved with keeping Barry safe from his own impulses. Number one hell no vacation spot?”
“Disney.” She chuckled. “Of course.”
“Excellent. Best times to go on vacation?”
“During the school year.”
“Holiday shopping?”
“Long before the holidays.”
She knew all the answers to all my questions. Too easily, too quickly. It was a dead giveaway that they had practiced this together. She had all my questions before the session.
These two were absolutely feeding off each other.
I needed the location of the kid—of Benjamin. I needed to know where Sansom was hiding his cadre of toys and I needed to know soon. I couldn’t keep them here and entertained all day.
Glancing at the clock, I had twenty minutes left to get them to talk. Give me something, anything to save these kids from this hell.
“So we have some things we need to make sure we’re keeping up with,” I said. “The purpose of this has been to make sure that Cora understood the limitations we have self-imposed to make sure that we don’t end up on the wrong side of the prison bars.”
He nodded solemnly. I wanted to punch him.
“Next time there is a ‘Take Your Child to Work’ Day, I want you to call out,” I said.
“How is it that I have to accommodate them?” he asked.
“Because you’re simply taking a mental health day,” I answered. “I can give you a doctor’s note if they need it. You need to not be around these kids. What about walking to and from work? Any playgrounds?”
“One, by the nursery school,” he said.
“Go the long way.”
“I just don’t see why I have to adapt to them.”
I put the pen down and l
eaned forward. “How would society exactly adapt to you, Barry? Let’s explore that idea. Because I think it gets to the root of why you’re here. Why you’re still here.”
He looked confused, genuinely confused. I didn’t see any deception in his eyes, and I did a short victory lap in my head.
“You say that you don’t want to go out of your way to stay away from children, even though you know you should. Even though we’ve determined that is what’s best for you. Do you understand that what’s best for you in this case is also what’s best for society?”
Another genuinely confused look. “But if this is a mental illness, why should I not be accommodated? Everyone else gets that.”
This conversation moved from the personal to the psychosocial commentary of a privilege short-sighted, narcissistic white asshole.
Yay. I loved my job.
At least the blow jobs were good.
Ooh, bad timing, dick. Settle.
“But not everyone else gets that, Barry. There are a lot of people who have to work around society.”
Cora piped up. “Societal norms are bullshit
“Societal norms are guidelines for proper moralistic behavior. It is not proper for you go out and shoot someone in the face. They shift and change with the times, yes, but only to support a more equitable moral view. Anti-miscegenation was a society norm, until Loving V. Virginia, and now it is not acceptable to discriminate against marriages of mixed race.”
“Wouldn’t it be moving toward a more equitable stance if child-love was normalized?”
“Absolutely not. Not ever. A child doesn’t have a full formed sense of self, never mind morals, until the age of majority Even then, I’d argue they weren’t really fully formed. And in that you have an unequal dependence.”
There was no way these two were going to make me use the word ‘relationship’ for what a pedophile did.
“Even if they child makes it clear that they are there willingly?”
“Impossible. A seven year old will tell you that they love purple and then when you paint their room purple, tell you they hate it and why didn’t you paint the room green. They are not self-aware enough to articulate what they are really thinking and feeling, and that gets worse as they approach puberty, though they do become self-aware.”
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