by Nora Phoenix
Josh held on tight, dropping kisses on Connor’s neck and shoulder. “You know it makes me all weak inside when you carry me, right?”
Yup, he made the right choice. He followed Mark, who was sporting a toned, tattooed body in tight leather pants, into what the man had dubbed the Chamber—and almost dropped Josh when he saw the impressive range of tools the guy had amassed there. Holy fuck, it was like a sexual-dungeon dream come true.
Sturdy black metal rings in various sizes were screwed into the wall on one side whereas the other side was decorated—if you could call it that—with various benches that looked like mini-prisons. One cabinet held an assortment of paddles, crops, and whips, another every dildo, vibrator, and sex toy you could imagine, including at least two dozen Connor had no idea how to use. There was another glass-door cabinet with serious torture devices, from the looks of it intended to put on your cock and balls. He swallowed.
“Connor, why don’t you put Josh down here.”
Mark pointed toward a bench that would have Josh kneel on a soft, padded ledge, with his stomach on another padded part, at the perfect height to be fucked, legs spread wide and ass sticking backwards. Despite the alluring picture it put in Connor’s mind, it was hard to obey, Connor discovered. Had to be the Dom inside him. Every instinct he had told him to ignore the man, to keep on fucking Josh until they both came.
Josh whimpered softly as Connor pulled out. Connor put him down gently, holding on to him till he knew for certain Josh had regrouped.
“Connor, I will only talk to you this session, okay? You’ll have to tell Josh what to do. After all, you are his Dom, not me.”
Connor nodded as a strange sense of destiny settled over him. He wanted this to work, wanted to get good at this, for Josh.
“What does Josh have to call you when you’re sexually engaged?”
“He has to reply with yes, Connor.”
Damn, even the thought of Josh submitting had his cock twitching. It was hard to focus on Mark when his eyes kept trailing to Josh, wanting to be buried in him all over again. He should’ve jacked off before they came here. He hadn’t been thinking, had figured he needed to be horny when in reality, it was impossible to think when his balls were itching to unload.
“Make sure to discipline him every single time he forgets. And, more importantly, he has to earn the right to come. He cannot orgasm without your permission, so if he does, discipline him. That’s also a great way of seducing him to break the rules, by the way. Simply tell him not to come, and then keep doing what you know will make him come. He’ll hate and love you at the same time.”
Connor resigned himself to confessing the embarrassing truth to Mark. There was no way he could do this, not in the state he was in.
“I need to come first. I’m sorry, I should’ve jerked off before we came. I’m too on edge right now, can’t think.” If Connor had been anything like Josh, he would have been beet red at this confession. But Mark wasn’t irritated or even surprised in the least.
“Don’t tell me, tell Josh.”
Josh stood still, eyes fixed on Connor as if he was waiting for orders. He was, Connor realized. He breathed in deeply. Despite Mark’s presence, which did take some getting used to, they were still Connor and Josh. If he played it right, Josh would come too, and would thus earn punishment. He would have to do it fast so Josh could take a second round. He didn’t want to have to prep Josh again, though. Maybe Mark had…?
“Do you happen to have a butt plug, one that approximates my cock size?”
Mark smiled. “I sure do. Good choice.” He walked over to a cabinet, pulled something out. “This should do the trick.”
Connor took the black silicone plug, that was thick with a pronounced flared end to prevent it from being sucked in. He held it next to his cock, saw it was shorter but even thicker than the Beast and shot Josh a kinky smile. “Think it’s about the right size?”
Josh's eyes grew big. “Holy crap, I can’t take that in.”
“Strike one,” Connor said, not able to keep the satisfaction out of his voice.
“But Connor,” Josh stuttered.
“Strike two.”
Josh visibly swallowed. “Yes, Connor.”
Damn, those words reached deep in him. He let out a satisfied sigh. “On your knees on the bench and spread wide.”
It took two seconds before Josh complied. “Yes, Connor.”
He kneeled clumsily but spread wide open. Mark handed Connor a big bottle of lube, and Connor lubed up the plug liberally, then put it aside for now. Connor noticed the bench had rings to tie someone down, but he didn’t think that would be necessary now.
Connor didn’t think about it but took a solid stance behind the bench and plunged his cock inside Josh's ass as soon as Josh had found a good hold on the bench. Fuck, yes, this felt good. Josh yelped, probably as much in surprise as in discomfort. Connor sunk in all the way, bent over to bring his mouth close to Josh's ear. “You heard the man: you cannot come until I say so. And I say no. Do not come, Joshua, you hear me?”
“Yes, Connor.”
He pulled out completely, ignoring Josh's whimper as he did. “Fuck, you’re beautiful like this, all spread out for me.” He kneaded Josh's ass with his right hand, slapped it playfully. “Your ass, baby, it never fails to entice me.”
Josh's hole twitched, winking at him, and Connor let out an appreciative groan. He lined up again, pushed back in, making sure to hit Josh's prostate. Josh's moan confirmed he’d aimed correctly. He gave five, six thrusts, only pulling out a bit before slamming back in, nailing the perfect spot every time. His body hummed in pleasure. No, he wouldn’t last long, but that was okay.
Josh let out a muffled curse, and Connor smiled. “You okay, baby?” he teased.
There was a muttered expletive before Josh obeyed. “Yes, Connor.”
He leaned back a bit without pulling out, teased Josh's sensitive crack with his index finger. “You know what I was thinking, baby?” He stroked both ass cheeks with a feather light touch, reveling in the goose bumps that appeared. “I’m gonna fill you with my cum and then plug you. That way, you stay nice and wide with all of my juices inside you. And then when I want to fuck you again, I can yank the plug out and fuck you senseless. What do you think?”
Josh shivered. “Yes, Connor.”
By his calculations, Josh had to be as close as he was. There was no way he was not coming now, which was exactly the plan. Connor pulled out almost entirely, then slid in deep. Fuck, he was almost there. One, two, three more thrusts and with a low growl, he unloaded what felt like a mother load of cum in Josh's ass. As he did, Josh's ass contracted around Connor’s dick, his muscles spasming with Josh's own release.
Connor shook his head to clear it. Man, that had felt good—though he was nowhere near finished yet. He pulled out quickly, slid in the butt plug without hesitation, closing Josh's hole completely. His cock was still half-hard, ready for more.
“Did you come by any chance, Josh?” he asked casually.
Two seconds hesitation. “Yes, Connor.”
“Get up,” Connor ordered.
Josh scrambled off the bench, his head hanging low and avoiding Connor’s eyes. His cock was still dripping juices.
“Clean me up, baby.”
Without a word, Josh sank to his knees and licked Connor clean. Connor sighed. Way better than the towel Mark had offered him.
“Thank you, baby,” he said. “Nice job on the cleaning. But you disobeyed me, didn’t you?”
Josh lifted his eyes. “Yes, Connor.”
“That means you deserve discipline.”
“Yes, Connor.”
“I’m gonna ask Mark what he thinks I should do with you, okay?”
“Yes, Connor.”
Connor had lost all awkwardness of being naked around Mark, even though the guy was sporting one hell of a boner in his pants. Apparently, he had liked the show, and who could blame him?
“Any suggestions?” Conno
r asked.
Mark walked over to the cabinet with the paddles and crops, chose a sturdy looking wooden paddle, with several holes in it. “This is a good one for beginners.” He showed it to Connor, then handed it over. “It’s light, but it packs a punch, so be careful. The key to good spanking and paddling is buildup. You want to rub the ass cheeks first, to get the blood flow going. You can even massage them with oil or lotion. Once they’re supple and warm, alternate both cheeks when spanking and build up gradually in intensity. You can also go the other way and start hard and get less intensive. Start with bursts of five or six, then pause to rub and massage some more and do the next series. Keep a close eye on Josh to see when it gets too much. He shouldn’t have to say anything. It’s your job as Dom to know his limits.”
“What’s a good position?”
“If you ask me, nothing beats an over the knee spanking. I have a spanking chair right here, which is nothing more than a soft leather seat for you with a foot bench to raise one foot so you can lift Josh's ass a tad higher. It also has straps for Josh to hold on to if he wants, and we’ll put a pillow on the floor for him.”
Connor sat down on the chair, motioned Josh with his index finger to come. He came, his face red with most likely a mix of excitement and fear.
“When you spank him, make sure to aim for the softest parts of his cheeks. Also, don’t hit the plug. It won’t harm him, but it will distract him and prevent him from entering subspace, the pain-pleasure zone,” Mark instructed. “Not that I expect him to get there as this takes time and training, but it’s a good habit to build.”
“Over my knee,” Connor ordered.
Josh didn’t hesitate, which told Connor he truly wanted this. He rubbed Josh's cheeks softly. “You looking forward to this, baby?”
“Yes, Connor.” Josh's reply came out on a sigh of surrender. Connor saw him grab the straps and loop his wrists through them, holding on tight.
Connor kneaded both cheeks, rubbed and massaged them till they were warm and ready. “Ten counts, Joshua, count them out.”
“Yes, Connor. Thank you, Connor.”
Oh, damn, those words were so hauntingly beautiful. Did Josh realize how precious a gift his surrender was, every single time anew? He raised the paddle, aimed for the right butt cheek, waited long enough to make Josh squirm—then brought it down with a resounding slap.
Josh jerked in his straps, his butt lifting from Connor’s knee before settling down again. “One. Thank you, Connor.”
The second slap hit the other cheek, making a nice zing as it flew through the air. It left a distinct red spot.
“Two. Thank you, Connor.”
He slapped again, and again. Josh's ass was pinking up beautifully, and Connor almost stopped to admire the view. Almost. He brought down the paddle again, slightly harder.
“Five. Thank you, Connor.”
He put the paddle down, put his hand on Josh's ass. It was glowing like he had a fever, all red and cute as hell. Connor sighed as he rubbed both cheeks soundly, stimulating the blood flow again. Josh moaned softly, his body all but limp over Connor’s knee.
Connor straightened, took the paddle again and smacked out the next five in rapid succession, Josh barely keeping up with the count.
“Ten. Oh, fuck, thank you, Connor.”
Josh's voice had that dreamy edge again, as if he wasn’t completely there. Connor accepted the cool cucumber lotion Mark handed him, rubbed in a generous dollop on Josh's ass.
“How’s that feel, baby?”
Josh didn’t reply, and Connor was about to reprimand him when Mark put a hand on his shoulder. “You did great with the paddle, nice buildup and perfect placement. There are two things I would suggest. The first is that you don’t decide up front how many times you’re gonna spank him. Sometimes he’ll be able to take ten, other times twenty or even more. Make it flexible. Related to that is this: right now, Josh is in the zone. It’s a place where pain and pleasure become completely intertwined and where he can take almost anything you give him. Making him answer you would yank him out of it, so leave him be. This is the perfect state of mind for something that will bring more pain and pleasure to him. Wanna do a little experimenting?”
Connor nodded. Mark walked over to the cabinets, grabbed a few items.
“Let Josh stand up,” he told Connor.
“Stand up,” Connor ordered.
Josh came up, his eyes a bit glassy.
Mark showed him what he had in his hands. “Let’s start with these. They’re nipple clamps, the softest ones. They’ll bring a constant pain-pressure that Josh should appreciate. Want me to show you how to put them on?”
Connor couldn’t really say no, but even the thought of the other guy touching Josh send a wave of jealousy through him. Despite his zombie-like state, even Josh appeared to freeze a little.
“Explain it to me, and I’ll do it.”
Mark nodded. “Make sure the nipple is hard and pull it gently forward. Put the clamp on the entire bud, not just a part of it and release it gently so it doesn’t spring.”
Connor did exactly as he was told. Josh let out a hiss when the clamp set. Connor did the other side as well, then stepped back to admire his work. Josh looked up at him with big eyes, less glossed over than before, probably because of the unfamiliar feeling.
“Another suggestion would be to experiment with some sort of cock or ball restraint for Josh so that he can’t come when you fuck him. Since it appears you have a lot of stamina, you could come several times and then give him a highly intense orgasm that’s been building up that whole time.”
Connor smiled when Josh's eyes lit up. “You like the sound of that, huh, baby?”
Josh nodded.
“How do I prevent hurting him, though? I mean, I’ve always been afraid to fuck him too long or too intense out of fear of hurting him, either at that moment or the day after.”
Mark looked down at Connor’s cock. “Well, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but your size is rather impressive. It’s a beautiful cock, though, with a perfect upward curve and well proportioned with your balls.”
Connor grimaced. It couldn’t get much weirder than this, right? “Eh, thanks, I guess?”
“It’s a shame you guys aren’t into sharing because I would love to get fucked by you.”
Connor’s eyes widened. “You’re a bottom?”
Mark smiled. “I’m vers. I enjoy both. But like your Josh here, I like it hard and rough when I’m being fucked, so your cock would be heaven.”
“It is,” Josh suddenly said. “When he’s completely inside me, it’s this intense full feeling unlike anything else. And when he lets loose, holy fuck, you feel so perfectly powerless and wanton at the same time.”
Not until Connor let out a stern “Joshua!” did Josh seem to realize he’d spoken out of turn. Josh blushed, but something told Connor he wasn’t entirely sorry.
“You know what, a cock ring sounds great,” Connor said, shooting Josh a fiery look. “Maybe we can gag him as well?”
Mark laughed. “Whatever you say.”
Connor yanked Josh toward him by his neck, smashed their mouths together in a fierce kiss. Josh all but melted against him, which proved once again how much he enjoyed Connor taking control. He broke off the kiss. “The next time you embarrass me, I will gag you, you hear me?”
Their bodies plastered together, Josh's hard cock poking in his stomach, Connor once again heard the words that made his skin tingle. “Yes, Connor.”
“Why don’t you get on your knees and suck me off, while I talk to Mark? I need to come a second time so I can fuck you hard and long after that.”
The glint in Josh's eyes affirmed he was down with the plan. “Yes, Connor.”
He dropped to his knees in an instant, took Connor in, who hummed in pleasure. “Damn, baby, you’re so good at that.”
Mark looked down at Josh's mouth working hard on the Beast. “I have to say, I enjoy watching you two. The love bet
ween you is palpable, but so is the natural Dom/sub dynamic you got going. You’ve got the classic sub here, Connor. Use him well.”
Connor widened his stance, suddenly strangely proud to let another man watch Josh at work. Watch, mind you, not touch. His sigh transitioned into a deep moan when Josh tongued his slit.
“To answer your previous question, good lube is crucial, and there’s no such thing as too much. Careful prep is another aspect, but you said that yourself already. I can teach Josh some more techniques to completely relax and how to angle his body. Is it his hole that’s hurting the day after, or his muscles? If the latter, a simple painkiller or muscle relaxant could help. If it’s on the inside, you could experiment with giving him an anal douche after fucking and then applying some healing oils with a small dildo. It’s a lot of work, but it can certainly be pleasurable, and some of my clients report great benefits.”
Connor nodded, started to get distracted from the pressure building in his balls.
“He doesn’t gag?” Mark asked, curiosity lacing his voice.
“Nope. But I don’t push in. He holds my base with one hand, always, so he can dictate how much he takes.”
Mark hummed in admiration. “He’s really good at this, considering your size. Lots of people would gag continuously.”
Once again, Connor had this weirded-out sensation, like he had stepped out of his body. It had to be a different Connor that was standing there, naked, being sucked off by his boyfriend, with another guy watching. He’d never expected to like it so much to have somebody watching. It felt strangely good. Not as good as Josh's hot, wet mouth, though. The familiar tingle built up in his balls, radiating to the very tip of his cock.
“Babe,” he warned, as he always did.
Josh pulled back slightly, opened wide. Connor threw his head back, came with a deeply contented moan. Without being asked, Josh licked him clean, then licked his own lips as if he didn’t want to miss a drop.
It felt so much better to get the edge off. Now that he’d come twice, he could properly focus on Josh instead of constantly having to push back his own need to come.