Alex gazed in amazement at the contents of the playroom. Jeff took her to the cross-like structure in the center of the room.
“This is a St. Andrew’s Cross, darlin’,” he explained. “Your hands go here, and your ankles go there. The leather strap is for your waist to hold you steady.”
“My hands?” Alex croaked.
“Yours,” he confirmed. “All of you will be on display for us that way, Alex, to touch and do with as we like. It’s handy for spanking and flogging, too.”
Alex backed away from him, looking at his face and then at the Cross. Jeff caught her up and pulled her to his chest, lowering his mouth to her ear as he did so.
“You need to trust us with your pleasure, Alex. Think if we have hurt you.”
Devon turned her to a structure that looked like a pommel horse. “This is my favorite for bad girls who wrack up punishment, honey, and you’ll be making its acquaintance shortly.”
Alex took a breath and fought down a hint of fear, allowing arousal to build instead. She had kind of liked being spanked and could try it again. She did trust them not to hurt her. Still, Devon was sure getting pushy again.
The room was well lit and mirrored, and she could see herself from every angle. They had pulled boxers on, and she felt at a disadvantage. However, she didn’t think her opinion would really matter to them, and they seemed to really like how she looked without clothes. Their cocks were pushing out the front of their underwear, and she was coming to recognize the little differences in their faces that signified arousal. Not knowledge that she would share, however! Alex was good at games once she learned them and the rules. Unless the rules changed.
A long table with a place to rest one’s face sat near the door to another bathroom, and Jeff told her it was for massages. That sounded really nice. The other table made her insides churn a bit.
It looked an awful lot like the examining table in her doctor’s office, though there was padding on it and it seemed wider. But there were restraints of some kind on the sides and the stirrups were longer, and padded, too. Devon saw her looking at it and pushed a button. The table tilted up, and then he pulled the stirrups up to elongate them. Alex could easily visualize a person restrained to that table, their bottom at the end of it and legs raised and spread. Devon then made the table tilt down, and she saw how easily someone could sit between the stirrups and have easy access to the person on the table. Her pussy tingled, but she wasn’t certain if it was from fear or anticipation.
There was a cupboard with straps, paddles of some sort, and things she recognized as sex toys, like those vibrators and dildos her roommates sold at that party they insisted she come out of her bedroom for. She saw thin chains attached to clips of some sort, and her mind shut down.
“Talk to us, Alex,” Jeff advised. “You need to communicate with us.”
“I don’t know what to say,” she said. “I’m kind of scared, although I trust you, too.”
Jeff hugged her to him. “Alex, you will come to be so aroused when you even think we are taking you to this room that your juices will run down your thighs. I promise.”
He and Devon led her to the pommel horse thing and gently laid her over it face-first. Her head hung nearly to the floor, and her bottom was raised high in the air. Jeff secured her wrists by her head, and she felt Devon part her legs and restrain her ankles. She shivered a little and waited. She felt someone take up position behind her, and then Jeff was crouched beside her head, pulling her hair up and away from her face, looking into her eyes.
“You have four smacks coming, darlin’, and you’re to count them out,” he said.
Smack! Alex jumped in both surprise and a red-hot stinging sensation. That was not a hand. It felt more like a piece of wood. Jeff smiled at her and waited.
“You forgot to count, Alex.”
“One!” she forced out.
“Too late, that’s five,” said Devon with unmistakable glee in his voice.
Alex counted the next two spanks eagerly, not wanting to add to her punishment. They stung like fury, but the heat somehow spread across both cheeks and slithered down between her legs. Devon slid a finger between her labia and stroked through the moisture gathering there. She heard him chuckle, and Jeff smiled again.
“Darlin’ likes her punishment, eh, Devon?” he said.
“Affirmative, Jeff.”
Alex bit her lip and refrained from protesting, and the next three spanks popped down a tad harder but were interspersed with Devon’s clever finger stroking her clit and his hand rubbing the soreness of the smacks. Jeff fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head up and kissed her, his tongue lancing in and out of her mouth in concert with Devon’s administrations at her clit. Alex went over, calling out her release into Jeff’s mouth.
“Ever heard of double penetration, honey?” asked Devon, crouching beside her relaxed form.
She looked at him in confusion, just coming back from her climax.
“Jeff and I want to take you together,” he explained, “Jeff in your pussy and me in your ass.”
Alex flinched away from him, her breath catching. She was pretty sure that would hurt. Jeff cuddled her and murmured in her ear.
“You’ll like it, darlin’, I promise, just as you’ve liked everything so far. It’ll burn a little at first, just like your spanking, but you liked that, didn’t you?”
Alex nodded her head, bereft of words for some reason. She was a little intrigued but not convinced.
Devon piped up, “Anal sex needs preparation, honey, because we aren’t going to hurt you. Like Jeff said, there will be a little burn, but that’s erotic pain, and I guarantee it will be worth it.”
Jeff wandered off toward the big cabinet in the corner, and Alex lost sight of him, though she could hear him rummaging around. Devon stroked her hair and her back in long sweeping movements, much like one would sooth a horse, she thought a tad resentfully. He pressed kisses over her neck and shoulders, unerringly finding the sweet spots, and she responded in spite of her trepidation. When he kissed the bottom of tailbone and ran his tongue across, her whole body jumped, and she heard his murmured laugh. Alex was still having second thoughts despite Devon’s ministrations, but was distracted by Jeff kneeling beside her, allowing her an upside-down look at a tray he had in his hands. On it was a tube of ointment of some sort and something that looked like a dildo, only shaped different. It was pink and that irritated her. She hated that color, having been forced to wear it much of her early years.
“I’m going to lubricate your bottom hole real well, Alex, and push this butt plug up your ass to stretch you and prepare you, darlin’,” explained Jeff. “I’ll be gentle, I promise, but you’ll like it.”
Alex took a deep breath and felt a bit faint. Instantly, Jeff was releasing the restraints and lifting her head, the tray clattering to the ground, concern in his eyes.
“Okay, Alex. It’s okay. Take a couple of breaths now.”
Devon came quickly to support her upper shoulders, as concerned as Jeff was for her comfort.
“I think I’m okay. I just thought about it so much. You guys paint such a visual picture.”
“Are you sure, honey?” Devon asked. “Because we can wait.”
Alex clued in on the fact that they weren’t deterred, though they were willing to postpone her initiation. She never was one to believe in procrastination and thought she would give this anal stuff a try.
“I’m sure. Do I need to be in this position for you to use that pink thing?” she asked.
“We’ll raise your head and shoulders a bit, honey, but your ass needs to be put out there for us,” Devon replied. “It’s also really sexy to be able to watch, too.”
His voice had deepened as he explained things to her, and Alex’s pussy clenched in response to the arousal she heard. These guys sure were kinky. But then maybe she was a righteous pervert, too. Something to think about but not right now. Alex nodded her head, and Jeff pushed a couple of pillows und
er her to lift her head and shoulders and equal out the blood flow. He also secured her hands again, telling Alex that she just might want to discourage what he was about to do to her. She reminded herself that they hadn’t harmed her and she wanted more pleasure.
* * * *
Jeff gathered up his supplies and rushed off to wash the plug. He felt both powerful and honoured that Alex would allow them to play with her and was determined to make the experience as special as possible. He squeezed a dollop of lube onto his fingers and applied it to Alex’s puckered rosebud, pushing gently against the ring of muscle. She moaned, and Devon moved quickly to encourage her and kiss her. Devon would be the first one in her ass, just to be fair, but Jeff was better at preparing women. And Alex was special. He patiently lubed and stroked and pushed and finally inserted his fingertip inside of her, reaching with his other hand to flick her clit as he did so. Alex responded, and he used her response to push in deeper. Jeff twisted his digit around and around in her colon, gently sucking at her clit. He added another finger and carefully scissored them, stretching her.
As he pulled out to add more lube, he felt Alex clamp down on him and try to push back onto his fingers. If her moans and whimpers weren’t enough, her body was trying to let him know the experience wasn’t at all untenable for her. Jeff pushed back inside with two fingers, using more pressure and pushing deeper this time, continuing the scissoring motion. When he withdrew the next time, there was a longer time before her anus closed, and he quickly lubed up the butt plug.
Alex gave a little shriek when the butt plug pressed through the ring of muscle, but he heard Devon urging her to relax and she tried, pushing harder against the rubber object. Jeff continued the pressure, twisting the toy at the same time, and it slipped inside of her, widening as it went, eliciting more moans from Alex, until it was seated at its widest base. Jeff shoved his thumb into her pussy to tap against the butt plug, followed by a pinch of her clit between his forefingers. Alex suddenly orgasmed, gasping and thrashing while Devon caught her cries with his mouth. Jeff smiled at a job well done.
Jeff released her ankles as Devon unbuckled her hands. They stood her up, making sure her legs were under her, and he watched as Alex cautiously felt her buttocks. They were likely warm to the touch, but the glow between her legs probably distracted her. She would feel full in her bottom, a little uncomfortable, but as he observed her Alex tried a few experimental steps and managed it.
“Okay, honey?” Devon asked.
“How long does that thing have to stay inside me?”
“We’ll leave it in for a few hours while we take a hot tub, and then move you up to the next size,” Jeff advised.
“Next size!” Alex raised both her hands to ward them off. “Not happening.”
Jeff and Devon caged her with their bodies, touching and stroking her.
“My cock is a lot bigger than that plug, Alex, and I’m not going to hurt you, honey,” Devon said firmly. “You have to be stretched to take me.”
He then set his shoulder into her midsection and straightened, carting her off toward the hot tub out on the deck. Alex struggled and slapped at his back, immediately ceasing her efforts when he tapped the base of the plug.
Chapter Seven
The three of them relaxed in the hot tub for the latter part of the morning, Alex floating on her back, then her front, her head supported by one or the other of the men. She felt on cloud nine, reassured by the privacy screening from the neighbours, her men’s gentle touches, and probably the fact that she didn’t have to sit on the end of that stupid pink plug. In truth she became less aware of it, aside from the full feeling. Every now and then either Devon or Jeff would slip a finger up inside her pussy and she felt kind of full, but it was a good kind of stuffed.
Jeff handed Alex off to Devon and got out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his hips, disappearing into the house. She noted his absence in a blur of relaxation and closed her eyes to doze a little. She opened them at the sound of bottles being cracked open and utensils clattering. Jeff had returned with some beers and a Coke for her, plus a little plate of fruit, cheese, and crackers.
“Jeez, where are the nachos and dip?” complained Devon from his position at her head.
Jeff stared him down. “It won’t kill you to eat healthier, Dev,” he said. “Alex deserves better.”
Alex shut her mouth before she could protest. She loved nachos and dip. But she appreciated how sweet Jeff was being in taking care of her. That feeling was short-lived when she spied another tube of lubricant and a bigger pink plug on the table. She lunged up and lost Devon’s support, her face slipping beneath the water. He hauled her up, sputtering.
“What the hell, Alex?”
“I see that stuff over there, Jeff,” she protested. “Way to spoil a moment.”
Jeff leered at her and then winked. “You can have the new one put in now or after we eat. Your choice.”
“Some choice,” Alex snapped then shrieked as she was yanked out of the tub and carried to the nearby padded bench and draped over Jeff’s knee.
“Okay, okay. I give,” she offered.
Jeff set her on her feet again but held her at her waist and stared up into her eyes. “You had a choice, darlin’. Now kneel on the bench and drop your chest down.”
Alex secretly thrilled to the domination in Jeff’s voice. Things got tasty when he talked like that. The same as when Devon did, though Devon was pushier and expected more. She took her position on the bench, aware of how exposed she was. Devon dripped across to her and sat at her head, lifting it by her hair and cushioning it on his lap. Although his erect penis, velvet over steel, was hardly a cushion. Alex could feel it pulsing against her cheek, and she spontaneously rubbed against it, causing Devon to flinch and catch his breath.
“You’ll become acquainted with my little man in the near future, honey,” he ground out, “but don’t get ahead of yourself or you’ll be in for a surprise.”
“Your little man?” She laughed. “What’s yours called, Jeff?”
Jeff responded by tapping the end of the butt plug then twisting it. Alex jumped, and he ordered her to remain still.
“You’ll learn soon enough what to call my cock, darlin’,” he said in a dark voice.
Devon mentioned that she might want to remember the punishment list.
Jeff slowly removed the plug, moving it around in a tiny circle and twisting it as he did, listening to Alex whimper and moan.
“Fuck, I felt those vibrations in my lap. Baby, you don’t know what you do to me.” Devon groaned. Jeff caught Devon’s startled look. Neither of them ever let a woman know she was getting to him. They refused to give a woman that kind of power over them, keeping her wondering if she was satisfying them. It had served to keep women at an emotional distance for years. They were finding they didn’t want to keep Alex away, and bless her, she wasn’t even aware of the power she was beginning to wield.
Jeff watched as Alex’s anus slowly closed, so aroused that his cock could have pounded nails. He stopped thinking about Devon’s openness and cursed his own daydream, reaching for the lube. He inserted the nozzle into Alex’s rosebud and squeezed a large amount inside. He had warmed the tube with his hands, and she didn’t flinch. Jeff had moved up an extra size, acknowledging that he was probably being selfish, but he wanted to take this woman with Devon tonight if possible. He salved his conscience by promising himself that if it was too much, he wouldn’t force it into her.
After lubing the bigger plug, Jeff looked to Devon for distraction. He waited while Devon slipped from beneath Alex’s head to kneel beside her and turn her face to his, supporting her with one hand beneath her cheek. He kissed her deeply.
Jeff opened Alex’s anus with judicious use of a finger and quickly replaced it with the plug, smoothing his other hand over the small of her back and the swell of her buttocks, murmuring to her to relax. She stiffened a little then obligingly pushed back, and he slid the plug home. Alex tore her mout
h from Devon and thrashed to turn to her side.
“Holy crap, Jeff,” she complained. “That feels like a log. Take it out.”
Devon leaned in to stop her words with another kiss. “Can’t do that, honey. You’ll soon get used to it, and I am just a shade bigger.”
Jeff hid a smile at Devon’s blatant lie, but for sure the next size up would be about right to compare. They had thought about getting an inflatable plug, and maybe they would for anal play. He choked on arousal thinking about how Alex would look and respond in the exam chair. But that would be really pushing her boundaries much too fast.
“C’mon back into the tub, honey, and we’ll feed you,” coaxed Devon, and Alex complied with his suggestion.
* * * *
The hot water served to relax her again and the new plug wasn’t quite as uncomfortable, though she sure knew it was up there. She floated on her back, her head raised on a plastic pillow while the men fed her bits of cheese and fruit, alternating with sips of Coke.
After lunch, Alex was removed from the hot tub and dried off from head to toe. Jeff and Devon paid attention to all her interesting parts with the soft cotton, lifting her to tiptoe in excitement and arousal. But they left her hanging and took her back to the bedroom. She escaped into the bathroom while they were arranging the bed and adjusting blinds, and was able to relieve herself in privacy and a modicum of comfort, though that plug was still making its presence known.
Alex returned to the bedroom to see both men standing next to one another in the middle of the room, shoulder to shoulder. They made an awesome sight with their hardened abdomens and muscled chests and arms. Both were handsome, Jeff in a dark, romantic way and Devon in a more surfer-guy manner. Their cocks were erect and there wasn’t much to choose between them either. Jeff’s curved back toward his belly and Devon’s was straighter, but both were long and thick and glistened at the top in the dim light.
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