by Jamie Hill
"Some people like to bind their slaves to the wall. I prefer this method so I can reach all his parts.” Master cupped Seth's cock and balls firmly.
Seth stared straight ahead, not making eye contact. The touch felt nice, but there was more to come. Much more.
Their Master bent forward and licked one of his nipples. “Seth has sensitive nipples.” He twisted the other one, where the silver ring pierced the nub. “What about you?” He turned to face Carla. “Do you have sensitive nipples?"
"Yes, Master.” She appeared more nervous now that Seth was restrained.
His stomach rolled. What would their Master do to her? And why isn't he letting me do it?
The man strolled back to his toy shelf.
Seth couldn't see what he got, but he heard the tinkle of a chain.
He moved behind Seth. “I think we'll use a gag, tonight.” He eased the red ball gag into Seth's mouth and fastened it, then slipped a red handkerchief into his cuffed hand. Glancing at Carla, he added, “We don't usually need safe words or handkerchiefs between us, but since you're here..."
She nodded.
Seth clutched the hankie tightly. He hadn't expected his Master to use it, but it was probably a good idea with someone new present. The small scrap of fabric was amazingly empowering. He might be bound, but Seth knew he had all the control.
Master rubbed his hands together. “The loser of the grape contest is getting punished. Stand here in front of Seth so he can watch."
She took her place, glancing at Seth anxiously.
There was nothing he could do. He stood by helplessly as their Master stepped next to Carla.
"These are what Seth's been lusting after. Let's have a look, shall we?” He tugged the teddy down off her breasts.
Firm, fleshy globes bounced free, nipples puckering in the chilly air. Carla thrust her chest out, her gaze focused on Seth as their Master examined her tits.
He kneaded one and smiled at her. “Nice. If you're into that sort of thing. I've always been more of an ass man, myself."
She didn't stir or speak, holding steady under his inspection.
Pride swelled in Seth. He wasn't sure why, other than the fact Carla was holding her own against their Master. He admired her for it.
"I do think nipple play is interesting. We have these clamps that have rarely been used. We'll use them tonight.” He dangled a metal chain in front of her, a black rubber clamp on each end. With a sharp pinch to one of her nipples, he pulled the nub forward, squeezing it in the metal clip.
She squirmed.
"Hold still.” Reaching for the second erect nubbin, he tugged it firmly and clamped the nipple clip.
Carla bit her lip.
Their master touched the chain connecting her two breasts and wiggled it. “Too tight?"
She squirmed for a moment then replied, “No, Master."
Seth watched her face. He saw discomfort tinged with lust. Her eyes had clouded over. He inhaled, more sure than ever he could smell her musky, feminine scent.
Their Master moved closer to her, speaking directly in her ear. “Do you like to be spanked?"
Carla hesitated.
"Tell the truth. We never specifically discussed S and M."
"No, Master!” She stumbled over her words. “I mean, yes, Master."
He chuckled. “That didn't tell me much. Don't be nervous. Pain is a delicate subject. It's also very subjective. Some people enjoy a small amount of delicious torment.” He tugged the chain fastened to her nipples then let go.
He moved behind Seth. “And some people prefer a more gut-wrenching type of agony."
Something whooshed, and Seth felt a sharp sting across his buttocks. His head jerked back with the impact. A whip. A stinging sensation surged along the thin mark left by his Master's instrument. He envisioned the narrow, red welt, and his cock swelled.
Moving between Seth and Carla, Master raised the solid, dark leather handle, flicking the whip again. It cracked, the six-foot long, braided tail snapping air.
Carla cringed.
Their Master smiled. “See, there's the difference between you and Seth. He knows he's the lucky one, getting exactly what he desires. Your punishment is not getting what he gets.” He rubbed the whip between Seth's bound legs, teasing his balls with the rough braid.
The round orbs puckered and drew up. Seth's cock twitched, excitement coursing through his body. It wouldn't take much for him to explode right then, but he tamped the feeling down. Drawing out the ordeal would make his climax that much more ecstatic. He bit the ball gag, one of the few movements he controlled.
Master murmured, “This one loves the pain, don't you, slave?"
Seth stared straight ahead, but he knew his cock surged. Damn right.
His Master lowered the whip, bringing it up lightly, flicking Seth's balls.
Bucking his hips, Seth urged his Master to go on. More.
"See how much he enjoys it?” Master moved to Carla's side, holding out the whip. “You try it."
Her eyes widened. “I couldn't!"
Master gazed at her carefully. “Are you truly a dominatrix? You seem a bit tentative."
Carla's face drooped. “I've never really done it. I wanted to and thought maybe, in a new town, I could turn over a new leaf."
He shrugged. “Everyone has to start somewhere. Perhaps I could teach you a few things."
She looked up at him with apparent surprise. “Really?"
"Absolutely. Let's take it slowly, a little at a time. I know Seth wants to dominate you, tonight. But I'd like you to try this.” He handed her the whip.
She took a tentative step in front of Seth, gazing at him carefully.
"Not from the front,” Master interjected quickly. “You could do some real damage. Come around the back and whip his ass lightly. Don't worry, he loves it."
She bit her lip.
"Ask him if he wants you to use the whip on his ass. Go ahead."
"Seth.” Carla gazed into his eyes. “Do you want me to use this?"
Pre-cum oozed from the slit in his crown. Carla looked so hot, her big tits with clamped nipples swaying as she moved. He nodded with assurance, wanting there to be no doubt. Do it.
"All right.” She moved behind him.
Their Master at her side, Seth heard whispered instruction and a quick lesson on technique before he felt the sting of the whip slapping his bum.
He moaned, the pleasure almost too intense to bear.
Their master chuckled. “Nicely done. Poor Seth's so close, he's almost ready to burst. Look at him, making a mess on the floor.” He took the whip and stood back. “For the rest of the evening, you're his slave to command. But first, take care of him, will you? I want to see what kind of head you give."
Carla stood in front of Seth and dropped to her knees at his groin. Without hesitation, she took his cock deep, hands squeezing his ass cheeks.
The glorious sensation enveloped him. He couldn't help but thrust his hips. Her mouth felt good—tight and warm.
Their Master watched with interest. “That's it. Take it all. He's fired up. He'll shoot down your throat, soon."
Carla mouthed his cock with skill. She licked, gobbled and sucked in all the right spots, her head bobbing back and forth aggressively.
"Tell me when you're close,” Master commanded. He walked next to them, tossing the whip aside.
Seth drove his groin forward, fucking her mouth until he couldn't hold back any longer. He grunted.
"Pull back!” their Master commanded, grabbing Seth's cock and jacking it back and forth.
Carla moved away. Creamy white jism spattered her large breasts.
He stroked Seth to completion, aiming spurt after spurt at her nipples and cleavage.
She closed her eyes and thrust out her chest without speaking.
"Nice.” Their Master released the cock, wiping his wet hand on Seth's leg. He removed the gag. “You don't mind if I'm treated to the same, do you? I want your slut to suck m
e until I come on her sexy tits."
Seth panted to catch his breath. He looked at his Master with a grin. “Told you they were sexy. Fucking hot. Go ahead, enjoy."
Master unzipped his trousers and shoved them down. He positioned the sawhorse directly in front of Seth and leaned back against it. “Watch us, slave. I want you to see her swallow my cock. Watch me as I fuck her mouth."
Seth nodded. His Master was as aroused as he'd been. And Carla—she was kneeling in a puddle of her own juices. There was no doubt she was steaming and would soon be ready for a release of her own. How he'd provide it—now that was the question.
"Suck it.” Master shoved his black cock deep into her throat. “That's it. You're good at this. You must have done it a lot."
She continued her ministrations enthusiastically.
Reaching down, he tugged her nipple chain, swinging her heavy breasts from side to side. Fisting two handfuls of curly hair, he pistoned himself in and out. “Change of plans, slave. Your mouth feels incredibly hot. Swallow my seed. Don't spill a drop.” As shudders overtook him, he ground his groin into her face.
Seth's erection had firmed up again as he observed. Carla moaned as she swallowed load after load of cum. It was obvious she was in need of some serious attention herself.
"Ah, so good.” Their Master freed her hair, touching one side of her face. “You do have a talented mouth. That was nice.” Pushing her away gently, he straightened. “But you're a mess. We really need to do something about that."
She gazed up at him, panting. Wisps of hair stuck to her sweat-slicked face, and spunk was drying on her breasts. She was in total disarray and, at the same time, she looked sexy as hell.
"Unchain him.” Their Master instructed, nodding towards Seth.
Seth's cock throbbed. What does he have in mind?
Carla looked nervous as she unlocked Seth's bonds. She gazed at him questioningly, but he shrugged.
Michael grinned, cupping Seth's cock and balls in one hand. “Instruct your slave to lie on the bed, Seth. There's more to be done here."
"Yes, Master.” Seth smiled.
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Chapter Six
Carla breathed in and out deeply as she climbed onto the rubber-sheeted bed. She was more aroused than she could ever remember and was desperate for something more. Seth's firm erection was long and perfect. Sucking him had been exciting. She'd even enjoyed going down on Michael. His cock was gorgeous—dark, wide and thick. For a moment, she wondered how it would feel spearing her pussy. While Seth fills my ass. The idea excited her, but she kept it to herself. She glanced at Seth then back at Michael.
The black man smiled. He didn't pull up his trousers, just held them loosely as he joined her on the bed. “Come on, Seth. Want to help me clean her up?"
She glanced at Seth. His eyes widened, as she knew hers did.
"Absolutely.” He moved to the other side of the bed and lay next to Carla.
Michael cupped one of her breasts and motioned for Seth to attend the other. Kneading the flesh, he reached down and flicked the nipple with his tongue. “I don't think we need these anymore.” He released the clamps and tossed them aside.
Burning fire tore through her nipples as the blood rushed back in. “Damn,” she murmured.
"Sting?” Seth kissed the tip of one bright crimson bud.
"Like fire."
"Let's see what we can do to cool them off.” His tongue laved over one nub, swishing it around gently.
"Better,” she sighed. The feeling of two men licking and sucking her tits caused her pussy to gush with juices again.
"These are gorgeous.” Seth rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger before sucking it into a cone. “Your tits are perfect. Full and round."
Carla groaned as Seth kneaded her fleshy mounds. Some people made her feel uncomfortable about her size. Seth made her feel beautiful. “Touch me,” she sighed.
"Like I could do anything else. I'm so turned on—I never thought it'd be possible.” He nuzzled his face in the valley between her breasts. “You're so soft. Your skin is so smooth."
"Not like a man's.” She bucked her hips, anxious for some attention between her legs.
"Definitely not like a man's.” His tongue stroked her breast over and over.
"It is quite different,” Michael agreed. “If the boys in the gay pride club could see me now ... no one would believe I'm worshiping some woman's tit. But damn.” He latched on and sucked firmly.
Seth chuckled. “I won't tell, if you won't."
"Ah, hell.” Michael squeezed the globe. “Shout it from the rooftop, for all I care. Good sex is good sex. And these babies are smokin'."
The slightest touch to her clit would have caused Carla to climax immediately. She was so fired up with a man sucking each tit, she nearly screamed.
Seth glanced down over her body. “I think I'm going to check out the rest, Michael. Care to join me?"
With one last nibble to her nipple, Michael pulled back. “I guess not tonight. A gay man can only move so far, so fast."
She glanced at him with pure fear in her eyes. If they stopped now—she shuddered.
"You stay here and enjoy.” Michael got to his knees then stood. He fastened his slacks and smiled down at them. “I might just go take a shower."
Seth grinned. “If that's what you want, sure. I fully intend to proceed."
Michael smiled and strolled from the room.
Carla looked at Seth questioningly.
"He's going to watch, you know. ‘Taking a shower’ almost always means jacking off behind the two-way mirror."
"Why would he do that? I thought he said we wouldn't be alone."
Seth nuzzled her belly. “Michael's a great guy. I think he knew what you wanted. Hell, what I wanted, too."
She inhaled as his mouth went tantalizingly lower. “What do you want, Seth? I thought you wanted to dominate me."
"Next time. Right now, I just want to explore every inch of this gorgeous body. Then I want to fuck you senseless, Carla."
Her pussy gushed. “Yes. I want that too. Please!"
Seth chuckled and settled in the apex between her legs. He pried her thighs apart. “This looks beautiful. Did you shave for me?"
"I had to,” she admitted. “That teddy's pretty revealing."
"That teddy was hot. You're hot. Michael was right, your body is smokin'.” His face pressed into her pussy lips, nudging them open. “This is amazing. So soft, so wet, so sexy."
"You sure you're a gay man?” she teased.
He froze.
"I'm sorry.” Carla wriggled her legs open and closed. “I was just teasing. Please don't stop."
He blew a warm breath across her sensitive folds. “Not stopping. I'm fascinated by your body. Can't stop looking at and touching your pussy. Sucking those fleshy tits was fabulous."
"Yes, it was. Not sure this has ever felt so exquisite."
Seth caught her eye and winked. “No force on earth could make me stop right now.” His mouth covered her opening, working it hungrily.
His tongue dove inside her, and Carla gasped. “Yes! Oh yes!” Waves of an orgasm drifted towards her.
"Mmm, so good.” He slurped her juices. “Never tasted anything so fucking great. Come for me, Carla. Come in my mouth while I eat you."
She arched her back, tingles zipping through her. “Keep that up, and I will."
He appeared as caught up in the act as she was. He murmured words of encouragement as his mouth caressed her. “Come on, baby. Let me feel it. Let me taste it."
Seth's seductive voice sent her over the edge. She spiralled into a climax so delightful she thought she might burst from pleasure. The sensations went on for countless minutes. When they finally subsided, and she felt his tongue still licking her tender flesh, she smiled. “Damn, you eat good pussy for a beginner."
Seth pulled up to smile at her, his chin wet from her climax. “Glad you think so. I enjoyed it."
He climbed up her body and pressed his full length against her. “It turns me on more to know Michael is watching. I can feel him."
"Let him watch, if that's his thing. As long as we get to play."
"Need to do more than play,” he breathed. “I wanna fuck. I'm going to fuck you, Carla, hard and fast."
"Please, do it.” She bit her lip, hating to ask but needing to. “You have a condom?"
"Shit.” He ground his cock into her thigh once before rising. “Yeah, in the drawer. I'll get it."
He hurried to the cabinet and returned with a foil packet. After ripping it open, he quickly sheathed his erection. Carla saw his fingers tremble with excitement.
"How do you want me, Master?” She smiled, offering him a taste of control.
He waggled his eyebrows as he seemed to think about it. “On your hands and knees, bum facing me.” He patted her ass while she assumed the position then knelt behind her. Grasping her hips, he used one hand to spread her folds. “Oh, yeah. This is going to be perfect.” He growled with pleasure, guiding his cock with one hand into her cunt. “Mmm, feels nice."
"Yes, Master. Not as tight as you're used to.” She clutched the mattress under her hands for better purchase.
"Not exactly. Not really the same. Of course, the rubber changes things, too. You feel silky and smooth, like a glove."
"Oh, yeah.” She rocked with him, their pace quickening. “Good, Master. So fucking good!"
Holding her sides, he thrust his cock over and over again, burying it in her dripping pussy. Her juices flowed freely. A violent shudder overtook her, and she gasped, “I'm coming, Master! Oh, yeah, I'm coming!"
"Damn.” He drove deep as she quivered, pounding her with a strong, sexy rhythm.
His cock felt as long and hard as anything she'd ever experienced. Carla was in heaven as he pummelled her. “Yes ... Damn, I think I might come again!"
"Come on, pretty girl. I'm coming with you, this time. Gonna shoot my wad straight into your cunt."