Miss Nicole pointed to the padded ladder-arch, and Beau undressed before leaning backwards over it. The apparatus was wide enough I could do the same beside him, and I rushed to undress and follow his lead.
Daddy had put my wrist and ankle cuffs on before we left the house, and had put me under formal scene rules. Now, he attached my right wrist and ankle to a point on the edge of the ladder-arch, which was basically a great big arch we were leaned backwards over. My feet were on the third rung, the same as Beau’s, and my face was aimed so I saw the wall behind us. My cock stuck straight into the air, but I couldn’t see it.
Daddy walked into my vision with another padlock. “I’ll lock your wrists together, and the two of you are to hold hands and not let go. Miss Nicole needs both of you to move your inside feet towards each other, so she can lock your ankles together.”
I moved my left foot towards Beau, and stopped when it bumped into his foot. Daddy locked our wrists together and put his hand around our clasped ones. “If your hands come below the top of your heads, you’ll both be punished. If you let go of each other’s hands, you’ll both be punished. Understood?”
Beau and I both said, “Yes, Sir,” at the same time. I hadn’t been allowed to speak to the other submissive man at all, and he’d only said the absolute minimum to me when he showed me to the guest room. Now, we were bound together and had to rely on the other not to do something stupid to get us both punished.
Beau groaned and squeezed my hand, and Miss Nicole said, “It’s been a while since the nasty little cage has been off, hasn’t it?”
“Yes, Miss Nicole.”
His voice sounded strained, and I squeezed his hand back. Beau’s chastity device was locked through his PA piercing, which meant only the keyholder could get it off. The idea was a huge turn-on, and I’d have to think about it, but later. Why did the idea turn me on when the device could be locked to a piercing, but not when it was locked on with a cock-ring?
My turn to groan when heavy cold metal snapped around the scrotum above my balls, stretching them down. Beau squeezed my hand harder, and I had a feeling they were giving us the same treatment.
Weight was added, then more weight, and more. Every muscle in my body went tense, and I tried to breathe deep but it didn’t help. Daddy’s hand curled around my balls, the heat sank into them, and I wiggled my toes to try to deal with the pain and pressure when he squeezed.
“It’s only gonna get worse, boy. A few rules for both of you.” He stopped squeezing, but didn’t let go. “If you lift your head, we’ll add more weight to your balls. No one’s allowed to come unless specifically given permission. Neither of you have permission to ask or beg for an orgasm. In fact, neither of you have permission to speak unless it’s to tell us of a problem you don’t believe we’re aware of. Wiggle your toes if you understand these rules.”
My ankle cuff shifted enough I knew Beau was wiggling his toes, too. I pulled in a deep breath and pushed it all the way out, pulled in another, released it with control. My balls hurt, but they were supposed to. I could do this.
“For every forty strikes you take without lifting your head,” said Miss Nicole, “we’ll take a little weight off your balls. You can lift your head to request a short break in the flogging, but we’ll add weights during the break, plus your count to get some taken away will start over.”
“This will continue until Nicole and I tire of the game,” Daddy said. “Or when one of you no longer has any weight, whichever comes first.”
I moaned when Daddy removed his hand from my balls, and then desperately tried to remember how many times he’d added weights earlier. Five? Six? If it was six, that meant two-hundred and forty licks with a flogger.
My body tensed and a yelp escaped when leather impacted my cock. Fuck, Daddy wasn’t taking it easy on me to start. The prospect of what was to come had my heart racing, and my cock waiting to be hit again.
However, the next strike hit my right thigh, then my left thigh, and it was all I could do to keep from lifting my head. Bent over backwards, my arms stretching towards the floor, I was so damned vulnerable.
It didn’t take me long to get into the rhythm of cock, left-thigh, right-thigh, cock, cock, left-thigh, right-thigh, cock… The second strike to my dick was always the hardest, but I only had to take in the sequence ten times before Daddy stopped and removed a weight.
Beau lifted his head on the second series of ten, but Daddy kept going with the flogger even though Miss Nicole stopped. I assume she added more weight while Daddy took one off my balls, and then they both started together again.
By the time Daddy finally finished, I was certain they’d put eight weights on to start — or maybe nine, but my counting was probably fucked. At any rate, my thighs and cock were on fire, and I desperately wanted them to get me off the damned ladder-arch before they hurt it some more. Fuck. I needed more pain; I just needed it in a different position.
However, instead of taking us off the arch, they moved our legs so they were up in the air. My right ankle was bound near my shoulder, and a long spreader bar connected it to my left ankle. Beau was given the same treatment, but they didn’t stop there. Thigh cuffs were put on us, and spreader bars were put between them, as well.
They’d shifted us down a little though, so we could see the person working on us without having to lift our heads.
Miss Nicole came into view, and she stroked Beau’s cheek. “My dear little slave. You can easily handle both my fists at the same time now, so we’re going to see how you do taking a man’s fist.” She cradled my cheek next. “And your Daddy wants to see my hand sink into his boy’s ass tonight while he has his fist in another.” She patted my cheek. “And then he wants me to put the other in.”
Daddy’s cock is huge, and I’d learned it’s so fat because he’s a raven. I hadn’t worried about taking a woman’s fist, but two? My already hot, throbbing cock pulsed and jerked, and Daddy chuckled. “His dick likes the idea, even if his asshole might not.”
Miss Nicole put a huge ball-gag in Beau’s mouth before they started, but Daddy didn’t gag me. I didn’t ask why, but I was grateful my jaw wouldn’t hurt as well as my ass.
Daddy’s big, warm hands grasped my balls again — not enough to hurt, but enough to make me hold my breath. “She’s going to try her damnedest to get you off, boy. You don’t have permission.”
I wiggled my toes and he chuckled. “Good boy. I know you won’t embarrass me.”
“Beau hasn’t had an orgasm in over three months,” said Miss Nicole. “If he has one, ruin it. He’s supposed to get at least three on his birthday in a few weeks, but if he has one before then, he’ll be teased in the cage on his birthday, but it won’t come off.”
I was already in subspace, but I sank farther into it before Miss Nicole made it past her knuckles and her fist slid in. A few more fingers in around her wrist weren’t so bad, but before long I was fighting to stay relaxed for her while she added more, and more.
I heard Daddy talking to Beau, encouraging him to relax, telling him how good he was being, but my focus was on Miss Nicole. Eventually, the second hand went in beside her wrist, and she had both fists inside me, though I was only stretched as wide as both her wrists. I breathed through it and relaxed, but then froze when a finger scraped over my prostate, and my balls pulled in like they were about to let go. It took every ounce of my willpower to hold onto the release fighting to explode out of me, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to if she kept at it.
Thankfully, she pulled both her hands out a little and left my prostate alone. Miss Nicole demanded eye contact, and I saw both kindness and cruelty in them. Perhaps cruelty isn’t the right word, but it was clear she enjoyed hurting me, and the knowledge made my dick fucking throb — even when she left my prostate alone. She opened my soul along with my asshole, as only a dominant soul can do. Her sadism matched my masochism, and it doesn’t matter I don’t like sex with girls, Miss Nicole was a Domme and she knew how to flip all my
switches.
She never managed to pull her hands out so I was spread the width of both fists, but she got them a good ways out, so I was opened wider than anyone had managed since Steve.
Meanwhile, Beau screamed into his gag and fought his bonds a few times, but most of the time he was still, and even relaxed while Daddy worked on his ass. I found out the next day that Daddy made it all the way in and only teased his prostate a little, but that Beau nearly came while Daddy fist-fucked him.
When they tired of playing with our asses, Daddy and Miss Nicole finally stood us upright and walked us to a station with a winch overhead. Beau and I were positioned so the front of our bodies touched, and Daddy held my right leg and Beau’s left leg up so Miss Nicole could easily reach to tie our balls together. If either of us moved, it would hurt.
Our wrist cuffs were connected to a spreader bar over our heads, and Daddy held our upper bodies apart so Miss Nicole could put nipple clamps on us. The chains were connected, so if our upper torsos separated more than two inches, it would pull on our nipples.
I wasn’t sure what to do with my head, and we ended up with our inside cheeks touching as we looked over the other’s shoulder.
“When we order you to kiss,” said Miss Nicole from behind me, “you’ll French kiss like your lives depend on it.”
Daddy stepped behind Beau with a rattan cane in his hand, and my heart skipped a beat.
“I’ll be administering licks to Beau so I can see your face, and Miss Nicole gets to hurt you while she watches Beau’s face.”
Beau was a little taller than me, but when he spread his legs and I had mine together, our balls and nipples weren’t pulled. If he put his legs together, I’d have to go up on my toes. I hoped he could stay put.
Daddy and Miss Nicole must’ve watched each other, because they hit us at the same time, so I knew when a strike was coming by watching my daddy.
How can I explain what happened between us as anything other than making love? Daddy was hitting Beau, but he held my gaze between every strike, and it was as if the eye contact helped me recover so I’d be ready for the next.
I guess Bud needed some attention partway through, because they put a blindfold on Beau and moved behind him, right into my line of vision, and Nicole went to her knees so Bud could fuck her face. He didn’t take terribly long, and while she was still gasping for air when he’d finished, he bent her over and swapped her medium sized butt plug out for a larger one. He fixed her skirt and let her apply some lipstick before he sent her behind me again. The blindfold was taken off the other submissive, and then Miss Nicole and Daddy flogged us, fast and hard with no rhythm. It was all I could do to stand still, and I could feel Beau fighting for control as well.
“Kiss.”
The command sank into Beau’s psyche before I processed it, but I didn’t fight him when his lips spread mine.
The flogging intensified, and I was hoping Miss Nicole would go faster, or harder, or both, when Daddy said, “Come for me, Matty. Make a mess between you and the other slave, show Miss Nicole how much you love the way she’s beating you.”
Daddy was hitting hard and he didn’t let up, and I’m certain Miss Nicole gave me the harder-and-faster I’d wanted. My balls jerked, my body went stiff, and my release took hold despite the binding holding me to Beau.
My legs went weak, and male hands held me up from behind while Daddy cut my balls loose from Beau, and Miss Nicole let my wrists free. I yelped when the nipple clamps came off, but snuggled into Daddy’s chest when he lifted me in his arms and cradled me to him like an infant. He carried me into another room with a padded kneeling bench, carefully settled me on it, took my butt plug out, and proceeded to fuck my ass for all he was worth. I was beyond exhausted and had just come, but the bench supported me so all I had to do was relax and be a receptacle for my Daddy’s pleasure. He came deep inside me, but stayed in me a few moments while he leaned over me, careful not to put too much of his weight on me.
“I love you, boy.”
“Love you, too, Daddy.”
He put my plug back inside me and took me to a lounge I hadn’t seen on the way in. Towels were provided for people to sit on, and he spread a large one on a comfy sofa before taking a seat and holding me in his lap. He made me drink some water, but otherwise, just let me float while he held me.
I don’t know what happened with Miss Nicole, Bud, and Beau, but the married couple looked like they’d each had several orgasms when they came out, and Beau was back in his tiny little cock cage, a leash around his neck, and his gaze on Miss Nicole’s feet. Part of me felt sorry for him, but if he didn’t like orgasm denial, he likely wouldn’t be in a keyholder relationship, so I didn’t feel too sorry for him.
“You need to get dressed, Matty.” Daddy’s chest vibrated under my cheek. “Your clothes are in my bag.”
I slid off Daddy’s lap and kneeled on the floor beside the toy bag. I gathered my things, closed the bag, and finally stood to get dressed. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself when I finished, so I put my hands behind my back and looked at Daddy’s boots.
“Good boy. Formal rules go away when we walk out the door, but Beau is still under them, so don’t speak to him.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Chapter 18
Razor
* * *
Bud drove us back to his place, with Nickie on the passenger seat up front, and Matty sitting between me and Beau in the back. Nicole had sat back here on the way to the club while I sat up front, but my boy was still in subspace and needed me to hold him.
She’d put a full-faced hood onto Beau and locked his cuffs together in his lap after she secured his seatbelt. He’d get aftercare later, apparently. He’d worn a black suit with a grey vest under the jacket, a white shirt, and a black tie to the club. It made him look like a stodgy butler, and I assumed it was his standard uniform when he needed to be clothed. He’d put them back on for the return home, and the black full-faced hood looked like an anachronism with the suit. I noted he took the clothes off on the front porch, before he entered the house, the hood still on, though Nickie had opened his eye-holes so he could see. He put the suit on a hanger and carried it to a closet near the door, and Bud locked the door once the clothes were in. It seemed the full-time slave needed permission to access his wardrobe.
I knew he was dressed when they had parties, but that the MC brothers were used to seeing him in just the cock cage when they came. All brothers and ol’ladies knew they could ask for food or drink from him, but any other conversation wasn’t allowed. Beau had asked that he not have to hold a conversation with strangers as part of his contract, and both Bud and Nickie were quick to shield him from having to do so. He was never alone when outside of the house, and since he handled yard maintenance, cooking, and cleaning, there was no need for him to have to interact with staff. During the weeks he was busy and wasn’t available for yard duty, Bud either mowed it himself or sent a prospect to his house to do it.
They were giving a submissive with extreme social anxiety a safe space. He wanted his cock locked away, needed structure, and had been looking for a way to use his education within a slave role. He was required to follow orders of Doms they let play with him, but was never required to speak to them beyond acknowledging orders, which was why they’d put the gag in his mouth while I fisted him. I could ask yes or no questions, but nothing that required more of an answer while I worked on him.
Under normal circumstances, fisting requires ultimate trust between partners, but Nickie had stretched his ass so much, Beau was an exception to the rule and it’d been fine for me to have my arm up his ass without any kind of relationship between us.
I was going to wait before I started working towards getting my fist into my boy. If we did everything now, we’d have nothing to look forward to. Speaking of things to look forward to, I needed to consider how to incorporate time at the BDSM clubs into our lives. Matty needs people to know he has a Daddy, not just a boyfrien
d, and he’d get that if we became regulars at a club, but I wasn’t sure how often we’d make it to Atlanta. With Nicole’s recommendation and our visit tonight, we should be able to join, which would mean we could come without them in the future if they couldn’t get away when we could. It also meant Matty could attend some of the social functions specifically for submissives/slaves/bottoms without their Owners/Masters/Tops.
I didn’t hate going to the club, and in fact enjoyed showing off my boy, I just wasn’t sure how we’d fit it into our busy lives. It was important to Matty, though, so we’d find a way.
I carried my boy to our guest bedroom when we arrived at Bud and Nicole’s. I got Matty into and out of the shower, got myself clean while I saw to him, dried us both, and finally snuggled him into bed.
Bud brought me a cooler with several bottles of water when we got out of the shower. “Plenty of snacks in the fridge downstairs, help yourselves, but you should have water close. We’ll plan for breakfast at ten, still?”
“Works for me. Thanks again for the invite, and for your hospitality.”
“Anything for a brother.” His smirk let me know this was about more than the club, and yet it was also part of it. He and Nickie had an unconventional relationship, and he likely couldn’t share too much of what they did with his Atlanta brothers. I understood they knew the gist of it — Nicole Topped submissive men with Bud’s permission, and their house-slave ran around naked in a cock cage — but likely none of the details. We were brothers because of the MC, but more than brothers now. Closer because of our kinks, though no one outside the lifestyle was likely to understand. Bud hadn’t hesitated to help with Matty when he’d collapsed after his orgasm — Bud wasn’t even a little gay, but he wasn’t squeamish about touching a naked gay man, which meant he had true balls.
Razor: Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, Book 11 Page 14