by Viva Gold
“Oui, Monsieur.” Angel replied.
“Yes sir.” I answered.
CHAPTER 23
Ten minutes seemed more like ten hours as we waited for Master Izzy to return. Angel was as serene as ever sitting calmly in a straight-backed chair with his hands resting in his lap. He didn’t fidget or chat and appeared to be mentally preparing himself for what was to come. I envied his ability to be at peace and was astounded that he was able to achieve such a mood considering his harrowed past. Angel tried to explain it to me. He said it was a way to escape everything and cleanse his mind. The new experiences purged his memories of the old and gradually replaced them building a much happier existence. For someone so young he was incredibly wise and I was in constant awe of him.
I, on the other hand, was slowly going mad. My anxiety levels were through the roof and the more I tried not to think about what Izzy was doing to Remi, the more hyper it made me.
“Jason.” Angel’s mellow tone made me take note. “Relax baby. Remi is completely safe and totally compliant. We have discussed this over and over. You must be calm or you will ruin the experience for us all.” Angel’s words brought me up short. He didn’t overtly imply I was being selfish but I knew that was the undertone. He was just too nice to say. I mentally berated myself and made a more determined effort to remain still and try to focus on finding my Zen. When Izzy reappeared, I hoped I looked as prepped as Angel; at least on the outside.
“My Pets. Look at you. Well done for obeying.” As silly as the words sounded coming from Izzy’s mouth, it felt great to be praised. My chest eased a little. “I have prepared Remi. He has no choice but to wait for us. Adam is with him. Now we need to prepare our sweet little bottoms. Literally.” I shuddered at the implication of Izzy’s final word and when he took hold of our hands and led us to the bathroom my fears were realised.
“An unpleasant but necessary process.”
I looked around the bathroom which was in fact a wet room. It all looked pretty normal. Absolutely huge but furnished with stunningly modern fittings. There was a claw footed bath in the corner of the room. Three of the walls were tiled as was the under heated floor. The colours were dark browns and bronzes with dull stainless-steel accents. Two sinks sat in a massive vanity unit that spanned the remaining wall which was mirrored. It was warm and dimly lit. It screamed luxury yet I knew it was used for far more arduous tasks than merely pampering oneself.
“You will note that there are various shower heads attached to the wall.” Izzy pointed and Angel and I snapped our heads in the same direction. “The smallest one is for douching.”
I hated douching.
“I expect my subs to be squeaky clean before play begins. Remi has already been prepared by Adam.” My heart lurched and I felt sick at the thought. My cock however, had other ideas and began to plump. Izzy smirked at me and Angel scowled. I shrugged my shoulders. Izzy continued. “It will be my pleasure to observe the two of you as you prepare one other. I insist on three cleansing procedures each.”
“Three!” I cried. Angel jumped and Izzy growled.
“Do you defy me on this, Jason?”
Oh lord, Izzy was into Shakespearean actor mode, not a good sign. I quickly shook my head. “No sir, sorry sir.” The last thing I needed was an angry Dom, slash Bard, in the bathroom.
“Good, then proceed.” Izzy leaned his arse against the vanity unit and crossed his arms.
“May we speak with one another Master?” It didn’t pass me by that Angel preferred ‘master’ instead of ‘sir’. It was interesting and I mentally filed it away to discuss with him later.
“Only to give instruction.” Izzy replied sternly. Angel nodded. He took my hand and led me to the shower. “There are supplies in that cupboard.” Izzy pointed to the door nearest the shower. Angel opened it and retrieved six disposable nozzle heads and a fat tube of lube. He fixed the first one to the douche spray and applied generous amounts of gel to it. Before he stuck it in me he lifted the toilet seat and set some towels nearby. I swallowed several times at what was to come. I really hated douching.
“Place your hands around your ankles.” I did as Angel instructed. He pressed his hand gently on my lower back. His fingers slid down my crack and he rubbed my hole. I suppressed a groan embarrassed to be aroused during such an ugly process. Angel carefully inserted the nozzle head deep into my arse. I grunted. Then he turned on the tap and I gasped.
“Thirty seconds at a time.” Izzy cocked his head to a clock on the wall. All I could do was concentrate on not emptying my bowels all over the nice clean floor. Half a minute later, Angel removed the douche spray from my body.
“Clench Jason and stand up slowly.” Angel helped me stand. “Hold it in baby.” My muscles contracted when all I wanted to do was expel the water. I felt too full and too vulnerable.
“Now?” I pleaded.
“One more minute.” Angel rubbed my shoulders as I struggled not to submit to the cramps. I broke out into a sweat and whimpered pathetically. “Ok, come on.” Angel pulled me gently over to the loo where my arse didn’t even hit the seat before the gush of water and excrement hit the bowl.
“Fuck!” I howled.
“Push it out” growled Izzy and my humiliation deepened. I felt myself turn red and Angel mercifully stood between me and my boss blocking his view. “Angel.” Izzy growled, but bless, my boyfriend stayed where he was. “You know this won’t bode well for you later if you anger me now.” Angel looked at me and I pushed him to the side. My embarrassment was not as strong as my desire for him not to be punished.
“Again.” Izzy commanded.
We repeated the process twice more until I was sure there was nothing left inside of me except my vital organs. Izzy of course had to check. He donned a white glove; made me bend over and shoved a finger high into my body making me yelp. It came out clean and he was satisfied. Then it was Angel’s turn. Suddenly my brave assertive boyfriend began to shake. I could see it took all his determination go through the motions and I grew increasingly worried about him. Angel was still in therapy and I suspected this may be a trigger for him. I was about to call ‘red’ when Izzy barked at me to stop what I was doing at once. He was a Master Dom for a reason. The safety and wellbeing of his subs was always his priority. Angel was trembling and I pulled him into my arms.
“Angel.” Izzy approached and laid a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Do you want to safe word, Pet?” Angel shook his head vehemently. A little too much I thought. I tried to catch Izzy’s attention but instead of acknowledging me out loud he just squeezed my arm. It was reassuring. He was the expert here, not me. “Maybe go to ‘yellow’ for a bit?” I knew yellow meant to slow down and take a break.”
“Non. No Master.”
Izzy took a step back. “Stand and present for me please.” Angel immediately stood up, feet apart, hands clasped behind his back; head bowed to his chest.”
“Good boy.” I let the reference slip; it wasn’t meant to be an insult and Angel reacted positively to the praise. “Do you remember what I told you about head position?” Angel inhaled sharply and quickly lifted his head and opened his eyes. “Excellent. Please don’t deprive me of those beautiful eyes.” Izzy smiled. I noticed Angel’s shoulders relax slightly. “Do you wish to make me happy, Angel? You may speak.”
“Yes Master, very much.”
“Good, that pleases me.” Izzy approached Angel and stroked his hair. “You know that you are completely safe here?” Angel nodded. “And yet such a basic rite as douching has you already anxious. How can I be expected to involve you in anything more if you can’t even handle this routine preparation?” It was not said unkindly. “I suspect it is a trigger for you. Am I correct?”
Tears welled up in Angel’s eyes and my immediate reaction was to go to him but Izzy froze me on the spot with a look that told me to stay put. His expression softened and I had to have faith in him to do the right thing and not make my baby suffer unnecessarily. For a session that was me
ant to be about Remi, this was turning into something much bigger. I wished he was here with us.
“Do you want to tell me why you are so upset?” Izzy’s voice was low and soothing and I couldn’t believe how comforting it was. Angel deliberated for a moment then gave a sharp nod.
“Come.” Izzy took Angel’s hand and led him over to a chaise longue in the corner of the room. He made it clear I was not welcome to join them. I was screaming ‘red’ in my head but the reality was that Angel needed help and if someone I trusted with my life was willing to assist then I would go with it for the moment.
I watched as Izzy sat and pulled Angel on to his lap. He whispered something and Angel shifted to straddle him. It looked as if Izzy had taken Angel’s cock in his hand but the view was blocked from me. Izzy said something but it was too quiet for me to hear. I was becoming increasingly frustrated and began to shift nervously on the spot until a small cry broke the silence.
Angel’s head lolled back and his hips rocked slightly and I knew my suspicions were true. Izzy stopped and Angel whimpered. They stared at each other for a moment then Angel began to talk. I couldn’t hear what he was saying but the expression on Izzy’s face was thunderous. Several minutes later Angel stopped talking. His shoulders were shaking and he was obviously crying. Izzy resumed his hand movements; presumably to distract him, and shortly afterwards Angel shuddered out an orgasm. He slumped against Izzy who cuddled him close for a little while.
“Better now?” Izzy spoke loudly enough for me to hear. Angel nodded. “I need your words Pup.”
“Yes Master.” Angel’s reply was a little hoarse and my heart squeezed. “Go to Jason for a moment.” Angel scrambled off Izzy’s lap and hurried into my open arms. “Love you, Jason. Love you and Remi so much.”
“And we love you more.” I refrained from asking what had passed from sub to Dom. I realised I didn’t need to know and perhaps it was for the best. Angel’s mood was restored and Izzy carried the weight of it like a true Dom should. He approached and kissed my temple.
“Love you Izzy.” I croaked. “Thank you.”
“You have a very special young man in your arms Jason. Very special.” And that was the end of the matter. Angel readily continued the cleansing ritual and once Izzy had proclaimed him clean, he made us shower so our bodies were as fresh on the outside as on the inside.
“Ok my beauties, let’s go and see what Remi is up to shall we?” Izzy said it with such glee in his voice I knew Remi must be suffering in his absence. “Follow me.”
CHAPTER 24
Angel and I dutifully trailed behind Izzy as he led us out of the bathroom to the playroom he had commandeered for our session today. Massive wooden doors greeted us. Izzy threw them open with a flourish.
“Go kneel over there.” Izzy pointed to two kneeling pads to his right. They were face on to the room so we would see everything that was happening. And there was a lot to see.
I watched as Izzy approached Adam. He caressed his face and kissed him on the lips. Adam moaned. My cock swelled at the pair of them together. Izzy looking so powerful and truly dominant while his husband; all six feet four of him, was completely at his mercy. The level of trust was breath taking. Adam was blindfolded but that was the least of his restrictions. He was lying flat on his back on a stark metal cot restrained by ropes that weaved intricately around his body in a series of knots and loops. The knots appeared to be strategically placed and as Adam writhed I observed with wonder how the tapestry of his bindings shifted with him. It seemed as if they teased his erogenous zones and judging by the size of his enormous erection, Adam was clearly in a state of heightened euphoria. Izzy checked the ropes and adjusted them in some areas making Adam moan. His arms were caught up in the web so his movements were limited and his ankles were secured to the bed so he couldn’t roll off and hurt himself. Izzy fiddled around Adam’s groin area showing off a smaller pattern of what looked like laces that wound around Adam’s balls and continued to lattice up the length of his shaft. Izzy tapped the head of Adam’s cock and the big man arched off the table crying out. The glint of a sound caught my eye and I gasped. It never ceased to amaze me how my gentle giant of a friend endured such exquisite torture. But he loved it.
“As you can see Adam is enjoying a long stint in subspace. He’ll be there for a while.” Izzy placed a set of large headphones over Adam’s ears. “Don’t want him being distracted by any noises in the room.” He approached Remi and I was almost too nervous to look. A loose black hood had been placed over his head. Izzy talked quietly to him and Remi jerked. He was in chains; literally. Izzy had secured a wide spreader bar between Remi’s ankles and one between his wrists above his head. The two bars were attached to an enormous hook in the ceiling by long, thick chains so that Remi was suspended in the air facing upwards with his head hanging back between his shoulders. Izzy pushed at his wrists and Remi swung backwards and forwards. I wondered why he wasn’t roaring his resentment for all to hear. Izzy pulled off the hood and revealed Remi had been gagged. A black ball was inserted into his mouth and strapped to his head. Remi blinked several times at the brightness in the room. Izzy immediately dimmed the lights and put on some background music. It wasn’t too loud but it had a very deep bass that made the room thrum.
“Doesn’t Remi look like he’s having a great time!” Izzy laughed. Angel’s jaw dropped open and I grunted. Izzy looked to Remi. “How does it feel to be utterly helpless, at my mercy and to have to trust me with your vulnerability?” Remi closed his eyes. “Open your eyes Ferrand or I’ll be forced to use something to keep them prised.” Remi’s eyes flew open. I reckon we were all thinking of the way we found him at Henri’s chateau with that hideous mask on. “Do you think that your past with Henri means I’ll go easy on you? It would be foolish to believe so. Will I inflict pain; make you feel uncomfortable, scared, humiliated at times? Yes probably. Is it my intention to destroy you and make you mine?” Everyone stopped breathing as we hung on to Izzy’s next words. “Definitely not.” We all sagged with relief. “I reiterate in case you have forgotten or thought I was being untruthful. Everything that happens here today is consensual according to our previous discussions. I will never give you more than I know you can take and my ultimate goal is your pleasure.” Izzy grabbed the back of Remi’s head. “I will control you. I will dominate you. I will make you submit to me. I may hurt you but I would never harm you. Do you understand the difference?” Remi nodded as best he could with Izzy’s hands in his hair. I cleared my throat to get my Dom’s attention.
“S’cuse me Sir?” Izzy turned my way slowly. “May I speak?” He narrowed his eyes at me in warning. I gulped in air nervously. “How can Remi safe word if he can’t speak?”
Izzy smiled. “That’s an excellent question, Pup.” Izzy’s voice boomed and I swear I saw Remi roll his eyes. “Remi…” Izzy yanked on Remi’s hair none too gently. “Please reassure Jason and Angel that you can still safe word.” Remi’s right hand moved and a shrill sound pierced the air. Angel and I winced. “See, he has an alarm.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I was relieved that Remi still had this tiny bit of control. I looked at him. His muscles were bunched and his glorious naked body was covered with sweat. His cock was soft. I was sad that he wasn’t enjoying the experience. When we discussed it, the three of us agreed that we should put our all into it in order to get the most out of it. If we hated it we needn’t revisit the club or practice any of the things that freaked us out. We knew that Izzy and possibly Adam would be intimate with us but the three of us agreed that was not a problem, far from it if truth be told. Physical attraction to others had zero to do with the love shared by Angel, Remi and me.
“Pups please come here.” Angel and I rose from our cushions and approached Remi. Izzy placed us one either side of his head. “I’m going to give you one minute to confer. After that all talking is to cease and I regain control of the room. Understood?” We replied in unison and Izzy went to check on Adam.
; “You sure you’re ok baby?” I asked Remi. He nodded. “And with the gag.” He sort of shrugged. “But you’re not turned on.” Remi shook his head. I kissed the side of his face. “We’ll get you there, I promise.” Remi groaned. I noticed Angel trailing his fingers around our lover’s neck and throat which he loved. He began to relax a bit until Izzy approached once again.
“Ok Pups – go stand by the wall.” We returned to our places grateful of the reprieve on our knees. I glanced at Adam who seemed to be in a trance and half asleep. Remi on the other hand was rigid with tension. Izzy adjusted the volume of the music making it louder but still not deafening. He picked up a rod that had a large hook attached to the end which made me panic until I saw him snag a chain link near the ceiling. There was a loud rattle as Izzy pulled hard on the rod causing Remi to roll forward and upright.
“I’m going to let the chains go slack. For your safety, you must not move.” Izzy steadied Remi as his feet hit the floor. His stance was awkward considering his ankles were spread far apart by the spreader bar. I could see his thighs trembling with the effort of keeping himself upright but I knew my Remi wouldn’t let himself fall. His arms were still suspended above his head held up by the chains. “I need to secure your head before I flog you. We don’t want any whiplash injuries.”
Izzy strolled with purpose over to a cupboard. He flung open the door so that Remi could clearly see the array of whips and floggers hanging inside. His eyes went wide. Izzy pulled out a strap that made me frown. It definitely wasn’t a sex toy. I could see it had odd fastenings on it but was still confused. Izzy approached Remi. “Down on your knees.” Izzy pushed down on Remi’s shoulders until his knees buckled and he landed awkwardly narrowly avoiding face planting the floor. His stomach muscles contracted and his abs rippled but he remained upright. Izzy set to work. He pulled the chain down causing Remi’s arms to bend until the bar rested on the back of his neck like a yoke, then Izzy wound the strap around the bar and around Remi’s throat. It was a thick leather dog collar with a D ring attached. Izzy had cleverly manipulated it to secure Remi’s head to the spreader bar.