“Master Nik and Master Jay will escort you to the bondage frame and secure you to it. There you will await your fate.”
“Yes, Master.”
Hiding his smile, Jay knifed up from his seat on the leather sofa. Grabbing two gold Dungeon Monitor armbands from the corner of the desk, he went out the door, while Nik took Sarah’s leash and led her out of the office. As soon as they opened the door that led out into the main room of the club, the heavy thump of the techno-pop music blasting from the PA system made itself felt.
The three of them passed several cozy sitting areas, where guests were talking and sipping Perrier. A few Doms had submissives either kneeling beside them or between their legs, sucking them off. One blanket-wrapped male sub was curled up in his Domme’s arms, being cradled like a baby, suckling at her exposed breast. As the three of them advanced into the room, they caught the attention of everybody else who was there. A ripple of conversation preceded them, a quiet hush followed in their wake as people rose from their chairs and drifted after them toward a row of bondage apparatuses lining the side wall.
Nik and Jay led Sarah up the three shallow steps onto a raised dais. They took her over to the bondage frame, a square composed of rough wooden beams that had come from an old derelict barn. Short chains hung down from eyebolts lining the insides of the side beams. There were also eyebolts in each corner and at several intervals along the bottom of the overhead beam. Nik positioned Sarah in the center of the opening. “Spread your legs, lapochka.
Sarah spread her legs and Nik hunkered down to attach her cuffs to the short lengths of chain at each of the bottom corners while Jay hooked her wrists in similar fashion to the top corners. Nik straightened and stood looking down at her. She was still, calm, her eyes unfocused and unseeing.
“She’s in sub-space.” Jay kept his voice low. Jesse had chosen this particular apparatus for Sarah’s punishment for a reason. The area was mic’ed, thus turning a semi-private interaction between Doms and sub into a public one. Handing one of the DM armbands to Nik, he slid the other one onto his left bicep. “Should we wait here with her until Jesse and Adam get here?”
Nik looked around, pulling the elastic band absently up his arm. “No need. Here they come.”
Adam and Jesse strode across the room, their eyes focused on their target—Sarah, their beloved wife, the woman they loved more than life itself. Their expressions were so grim no one dared speak to them. They were both carrying black leather floggers, swishing the falls against their legs as they walked. As they approached their captive slave, Jesse in front of her, Adam behind, they both pressed their bodies against her, sandwiching her between them. Jesse palmed her mound, thrusting his two middle fingers through her sopping slit, while Adam fingered her anus. Each man palmed a breast. “I want your mouth, Sunny,” Jesse demanded.
Dazedly she raised her head and offered him her mouth, which he took in a carnal, open-mouthed kiss that heated the blood of every onlooker, including both Nik and Jay, who had left the dais, but had turned around to watch. It wasn’t often that Jesse, Adam, and Sarah scened publicly, and Nik and Jay weren’t about to miss a second of it. The other seven DM’s on duty for tonight’s event had gathered behind the rest of the crowd.
Jesse’s hands left Sarah’s body, lifting to thrust his fingers through her hair, his palms holding the sides of her face. She just stared up at him. Nik recognized the look on her face. The look of a sub lost in a haze of lust. Jesse lowered his head to pluck repeatedly at her lips with his, nipping at them with his teeth, gently tugging and releasing them, darting his tongue in and out of her mouth in a seductive dance. Adam’s hand replaced Jesse’s at her breast, squeezing, twisting, and pulling on her nipples, all the while forging a path of wet, open-mouthed kisses from her shoulder, up her neck to her ear. Tugging her lobe with his teeth, he laved the outer shell with his tongue and lips, making her squirm. Both men raised their heads.
Tucking his elbows against his sides, Jesse hunched his shoulders, looming over her in a posture at once protective and menacing. He stared down into her eyes, swaying slightly as if he’d lost his way in their depths.
She returned his stare, squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin, readying herself to accept whatever punishment they chose to mete out.
“Do you know why you’re being punished?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir. Because I came without permission.”
“And...”
“And I called you an asshole. Master.”
“Do you have anything to say to your Masters?” Jesse asked.
“Yes, Master. I’m so, so sorry that I called you an asshole.” Her lips curved into a tiny smile. “Although I meant it in the best possible way.”
A titter ran through the group of watchers.
“You are every beat of our hearts, Sarah. Our love, our life. You know we don’t like having to punish you. But you are not allowed to disrespect your Masters. You disobeyed a direct order. As a result, you have earned fifty strokes with the floggers. The first forty will be to warm you up. The last ten will be difficult for you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“We will ask you to count the last ten. And you are to thank us for each and every one. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Remember. This is a punishment. That means you are not permitted to use your safe words.”
She nodded.
“You are not permitted to come.”
Her face fell.
“Not until after your punishment is over. Then Master Adam and I will fuck you to orgasm.”
“Thank you, Master.”
He grinned. “Possibly several orgasms. If you’re very, very good.”
Sarah’s entire body slumped in relief. “Oh, thank you, thank you, Master.”
Adam chuckled. “Thought you’d like that part.”
Sarah arched her head back against Adam’s shoulder, turning to look up at him. “I love you both so much. I hate that I disappointed you.”
“We hate it, too, angel,” Adam asserted. “You are our joy, sweet pea. You give us our smiles.”
“God, I want what they’ve got,” Jay whispered behind his hand to Nik. The vast tide of yearning suddenly expanding inside his chest, pressed against his lungs, making breathing difficult. Jesus, am I having a heart attack? Maybe I should get Luc to take a look at me. “Sometimes I get so discouraged,” he went on. “I don’t think we’ll ever find our lifetime sub.”
The two men had discussed their future often. It was understood by both that they were partners in every respect, sharing everything, including the women they scened with and the woman they eventually hoped to meet, fall in love with, and marry. She would have to be one supremely confident woman, to be able to hold her own with two Doms as strong and powerful as they were.
“We’ll find her,” Nik assured him, clapping him on the shoulder. “Who knows, she might even be here tonight.”
The sound of floggers striking flesh brought their attention back to the scene taking place on the dais. And they weren’t the only ones. Nearly every other patron in the club had gathered to watch the sensual scene. Yes, this was the dynamic each and every one of them sought. Each and every one of them craved. It was bondage. It was kinky. It was a darkness that often skirted the edge of danger. But with Sarah, Jesse, and Adam, it was first and foremost, love. A love so profound, it was a palpable presence in the room, seeming to shimmer around them like a halo. A love so eternal, so vast and infinite, it transcended the boundaries of time and space.
Adam stood to Sarah’s left side, Jesse to her right, facing each other. Jesse struck the first blow, square across her bare mound, causing her to jerk and bite her lips to keep from crying out. Then Adam struck the sweet spot where her thighs met her ass. Jesse’s next strike was slightly higher, as was Adam’s. They weren’t hitting her particularly hard, but as their strokes rose up her front to her breasts, and up her back to her shoulder blades, a patte
rn of red stripes blossomed in their wake. Finally Jesse and Adam lowered their arms to their sides, the floggers dangling from their hands. They lifted their free hands to caress Sarah’s red skin, kneading the heat more deeply into her flesh. “That was forty,” Jesse said, “Now we want you to count.”
Her body jerked and she let out a shuddering scream as Jesse and Adam touched the remotes clipped to their belts, turning the vibrators in her vagina and ass to the highest speed. “Do not come, Sarah,” Adam warned. “Not until you have received the tenth stroke and we give you permission. Do I make myself clear?”
“Y-yes, Master Adam.” But she was panting for breath, already aroused to the point of explosion.
Adam stepped back and let fly with the flogger. The snap of the falls was much louder this time, the blow much harder, wrenching a cry from Sarah’s throat.
“Count, Sarah. And thank Master Adam for loving you enough to give you correction.”
“O-one,” she sobbed. “Thank you, Master Adam. F-for loving me.”
“Loving you is my greatest pleasure,” he responded, rubbing his hand over the spot he’d just whacked.
Jesse’s first stroke was right across her breasts.
“Two. Thank you, Master Jesse.”
Between strokes, they tunneled their fingers through her slit, Adam rimming her ass hole, Jesse toggling her clit, keeping her poised right on the edge of orgasm. Her body tightened, jerked, as she fought her release until she could finally say the magic word—ten.
They alternated strokes, Adam on her ass, Jesse on her breasts. Until his last strike. It was the hardest blow of all and Jesse centered it directly on her pussy. “Ten!” she screamed.
“Come!” Jesse yelled, falling to his knees and sucking her clit into his mouth. Sarah let out an ear-splitting scream and exploded in a full-body contraction. Another scream heralded a second violent contraction, one that had her jerking and convulsing against Jesse’s face like she was having a seizure. Adam was on his knees behind her, gripping her hips. Jesse’s mouth and tongue on her clit and Adam’s tongue rimming her ass, combined with the vibrators buzzing away inside her, kept her going for well over a minute.
Then they turned off the remotes and Sarah let out a shuddering cry at the sudden cessation of stimulation. While Adam removed the vibrating bullet from her anus, Jesse pulled out the one in her sheath. They dropped them into a metal bowl resting on a stool beside the frame, to be cleaned later by one of the subs in training. While Sarah hung from her bonds, struggling to catch her breath, they unbuckled their belts and unfastened their leathers, shoving them down around their knees.
Their cocks were hard as railroad spikes, nearly purple with engorged blood, the pre-cum leaking from their tips attesting to the urgency of their own need to climax. In one motion, they both grabbed her hips, bent their knees and pushed up inside her, Jesse into her vagina, Adam into her ass. After several pile-driving pumps of their hips, both men stiffened and cried out in release, their bodies contorted, in the throes of the immense pleasure they’d been denying themselves for too long.
As they continued to grind their pelvises against her, Sarah’s head slammed back against Adam’s chest, her mouth open as she sobbed out her pleasure. Her back arched into a rigid bow and her hips slammed forward into Jesse groin, as yet another orgasm tore through her, sending her into seizures of rapture. Jesse’s arms went hard around her, holding her through the shudders and jerks as she took the pleasure they gave her. Freely. Openly. “Beautiful, sugar. Absolutely beautiful. We love knowin’ that we’re the ones givin’ you this pleasure. You may call yourself our slave, but we are the ones who are truly enslaved.”
Jesse and Adam continued pumping their hips against her, until they had coaxed the last shudders from her body and the last dribbles of cum from their cocks. Finally, Adam pulled out of her ass, wrenching a groan from the depths of her throat. Hastily, he cleaned himself with a wet wipe, pulled up his pants, tucked himself in and quickly refastened his fly. Then he reached up and released Sarah’s wrists from the corner restraints while Jesse held her up. Carefully Adam lowered each arm, knowing they were numb and heavy and no longer under her control. While Jesse continued to hold her, he gently massaged her shoulders and biceps and she whimpered at the intensity of the pain from the pins and needles of returning blood flow.
Then Adam knelt to release her ankles.
Nik tapped the back of his hand against Jay’s legs. “Blanket.”
Jay broke away from the group of watchers and went over to a low cabinet at the edge of the dais. He retrieved a soft blanket and carried it up the steps and onto the dais. He held it out to Jesse, whose cock had finally dwindled enough to fall out of Sarah’s vagina, releasing a cascade of their combined juices onto the concrete floor. Still supporting Sarah with one arm, he used the other to shake out the blanket and wrap it around her. Then he passed her over to Adam who scooped her up into his arms and carried her off the stage to the applause of the gathered crowd while Jesse finished getting dressed.
When he turned around, he beckoned to Nik. “You’re in charge. We’re going upstairs to put Sarah to bed.” He gave him a tired smile. “She’s had a long and extremely trying day, so that’s where we’ll be in case you need us. Try not to need us. We’ve had a long and extremely trying day, too.” He inclined his head. “I swear, that tiny little woman tests our control more than anyone else in the history of the world. She absolutely turns us to mush.” He glanced down at his cock which was once again getting hard. “Well, except for certain parts of us.” He clapped Nik on the back. “Okay, buddy. It’s all yours.” He turned and walked back across the room and disappeared through the door marked Authorized Personnel Only.
“What was that all about?” Jay asked, moving to stand next to Nik.
“We’re in charge. They’re done for the night.”
“I don’t blame them. They never did like these Open House nights,” Jay observed. “Besides, you gotta admit, that was quite a show they put on.” He glanced down at his crotch. His cock was a chunk of granite, stretching his pants so tight it was a wonder the leather didn’t split. A lesser fabric certainly would have. A surreptitious glance over at Nik’s crotch revealed that his erection was even more impressive and Jay wondered, not for the first time, how such a massive cock would feel reaming his ass. Or spurting cum down his parched throat.
Nik turned and looked at his partner. Really looked at him, almost as if he were seeing him for the first time. Although Jay was six-four, he was built on a smaller scale than Nik, thinner, leaner, with the wiry, athletic build of a long-distance runner. Which he was, actually. He ran ten miles every morning along the hiking path that circled Passion Lake. Nik, on the other hand, thought running was as exciting as watching paint dry. He had his own morning work-out routine that consisted of a combination of moves culled from several of the more esoteric martial arts disciplines, as well as down-and-dirty fighting techniques he had learned as a kid. Both men were superb examples of primal, masculine perfection.
“Yes,” Nik agreed quietly. “It was quite a show. And now it’s your turn.” When Jay didn’t respond, Nik hardened his voice, continuing just as quietly, but with an added steely edge, “Go over to the spanking bench and strip. Be sure and fold your things neatly.” He hated Jay’s messiness and his annoying tendency to start undressing the minute he walked in the door, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor like a path to follow, like Hansel’s trail of bread crumbs.
Still Jay hesitated and Nik went into full Dom mode, drawing in enough breath to expand his chest a full four inches. “Boy,” he said loudly enough for those close by to hear, “you have just added five to the twenty five you’ve already earned. My advice to you would be to do as you’re told and avoid accruing any more. The only acceptable response is Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Jay said. Oh, my God! Oh, my God! His gasp was audible. I called him Daddy! His heart stalled, then raced ahead so fast he feared it would bur
st out of his chest. What have I done? I didn’t mean for that to slip out. He doesn’t know! That’s why I’ve always called him Papa Bear when I tease him and not Daddy. The minute he realizes he’s a Daddy Dom, he’ll see how much I need that aspect of him. He doesn’t see me as a sub—particularly not a ‘little’! He only sees me as a Dom! He’ll be so disgusted, he’ll—Oh, God! Fearing that he was going to choke, Jay lowered his head, unable to meet Nik’s eyes.
Nik stared at Jay’s dark head, feeling as if he’d been punched in the gut. Holy fuck! What just happened here? With Jay’s use of that one word, if was as if he’d ripped a veil away from Nik’s eyes and all of a sudden, a whole bunch of things became a hell of a lot clearer. Nik’s eyes widened. I’m a Daddy Dom! And Jay…Oh, my God! Why didn’t I see this before? All this time…Jay’s escalating bratty behavior…pushing my limits. He’s been testing me! He’s been needing something from me and I never even noticed! Fuck! I should have noticed! We’re so damn close! How could I not have noticed?
Turning on his heel, Jay stumbled over to the next dais, climbed the three steps, and approached the spanking bench. Other guests followed him to stand in front of the platform, ready to gawk at the unexpected spectacle of a large, naked, powerful Dom being punished by an even larger, even more powerful Dom.
A Dom. Jay shook his head dazedly. Yes, I’m a Dom. I’m not a submissive. I’m not gay. I’m not a ‘little’. I don’t need to be babied…well…okay, the jury’s still out on that one. But, bottom line, I’m a Dom. A Dom with a hard-on. Oh, Christ, I’m about to be punished and I have a hard-on. Jesus! What is Nik going to think when he sees that? With a deep sigh of resignation, Jay pulled his chained-together vest up and over his head, folded it neatly, and placed it on the wooden stool conveniently positioned beside the apparatus.
Fuck! This is all my fault. I never should have pushed Nik this far. Now he’s gonna push me—right out the fucking door. Jay’s throat closed up and his eyes stung. Oh, great! Big, bad Dom, crying like a baby. Just what I need. With sharp, vicious movements, he unbuttoned his leathers, lowered the zipper, and pushed them down over his hips, freeing his cock, thick and dark and heavy with an arousal that was almost painful.
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