Chapter 16 #2
Pope pointed to his clipboard, the same way he had with Ocean. “Write it and include whether you’d prefer to have one under the bed this time, so I can get a raised platform designed along with the new additions.”
“Jumping back to that part about you having danced in cages before,” Danger mentioned. “Do you think you’d like to take a turn in the one at the club?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Sweet, it fits two. I’d love to dance with you.”
“Me too!” Roan piped up.
“I’m going to enjoy watching my boys tease a room full of folks who will be envious as hell to learn that I’m the only one who gets to touch you,” Pope declared, while the image flared up in Roan’s mind, bright and clear enough that he hoped they got a turn the next time they were in the dungeon beneath Jokers Wild.
“Does three on one constitute a gangbang?” Ocean asked after they’d all fallen silent to study their questioners more. “I’m good with the three of you taking me one after the other, but I don’t want other people involved.”
“Which is good, ‘cause I don’t share well,” Danger growled.
“I’d say three on one fits the definition,” Pope said.
“As for sharing you with others, that’s not something you ever have to worry about with me.
It’s a hard no. There is a space further down where you’ll get to mark your feelings about including others and swapping. Everything is in alphabetical order.”
“Good,” Roan breathed. “Because I wouldn’t want to be shared, but I wouldn’t mind a gangbang with you three. I’ve never done a gangbang, though.”
“Me either,” Ocean admitted. “But I’ve watched a few.”
“I’ve never even seen one,” Roan said.
“I’m sure you will, at some point,” Pope explained. “There are some who enjoy it and will splay themselves out to be taken in the dungeon.”
“What in the world is figging?” Roan asked.
“It burns!” Ocean blurted. “Oh my god, I’ve never had such a hard time staying still in my life.
I was scared as fuck that I was going to squirm so much the guy I was riding with was gonna dump the motorcycle we were riding on.
I felt like I was going out of my mind. But I came like a lightning storm after he’d taken it out and fucked me. Best. Orgasm. Ever.”
“Fuck, and now I’m hard as hell listening to you talk about that,” Danger groaned, adjusting himself.
“Okay, but what did he take out before he fucked you?” Roan snapped, eager curiosity leading him to shake Ocean, who laughed and tickled him in response.
“Not fair! You win! You win! I give. I give,” Roan yelped, squirming around.
Smirking, Ocean stopped tickling him and sat back up. “It was a piece of ginger. He’d carved it into the shape of a plug. Made sure to skin it good so I’d feel every inch of it.”
Roan went from grinning to mouth hanging open again, blinking. “A-and you like that?” he finally stammered.
“Loved it, though I did curse him in the back of my head every time he hit a fuckin’ bump.”
Danger lost it then, doubling over, cackling when Roan opened, closed, then opened his mouth again, no sound coming out as he struggled to process what he’d just heard.
“I’m not sure if I’m curious or horrified,” Roan finally admitted. “I think I’ll put it at mildly curious and wait to see Ocean’s responses firsthand.”
“I have never tried it,” Danger said. “Always wanted to though. It’s getting a five in the curiosity department.”
“And ginger will officially be going on the grocery list just as soon as I get around to making one,” Pope replied, jotting a note on the edge of his questioner. “In fact, we might just make a game of it, with a special reward for whoever can sit still the longest.”
“That’s between them, right?” Roan asked, cringing.
“If you want it to be,” Pope replied.
“Yes please, I’d rather just watch and console the loser,” Roan said.
“In that case, we’d be winning either way,” Danger declared. “Hell of a conundrum, though?”
“What?” Roan asked.
“Whether to go for the prize or the consolation.”
“O-hh,” Roan replied, feeling his cheeks hit up.
“And the evening will be far more interesting wondering which direction you’ll choose,” Pope said.
“What in the hell is Klis-klismaflippa?” Ocean struggled, butchering the word. “Fuck, I can’t even say it.”
Pope took a moment to slowly break the word down for him. “Klis-ma-philia. It means that you are aroused by enemas.”
While Ocean seemed to need a moment to decide how he felt about that, a slow flush crossed Danger’s face as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“With the right person, they can be interestingly arousing,” Danger muttered.
“I’ve always done them myself,” Roan explained. “Never had anyone do one for me. Most of my list is a bunch of curious, enjoyable, or fuck no.”
“Same,” Ocean admitted. “Though I have to admit that there aren’t a lot of fuck nos. Just the ones to do with blood and golden showers so far. I’ve always been curious to try needle play though I’m not sure if that counts as blood play.”
“It doesn’t,” Pope explained. “As for blood and golden showers, those are hard limits for me, too. I have no issue with setting up needle play sessions for those who enjoy them. I’m just not proficient enough myself to be able to do that for you right now.
If that’s something one of you enjoys and craves, I’m willing to brush up on my skills. ”
“Watching it was fascinating,” Ocean said.
“I saw a girl get a whole diamond and spiral pattern done on her thigh; there was even slapping involved, which she said felt orgasmic when I talked to her afterward. I wanted a turn, but the list was already full for the night, so I didn’t have the chance to try it.
I’d love to have you set something up for me so I could see what it felt like, as long as you guys promised to be right there with me the whole time. ”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Pope replied.
“We’d never leave you in someone else’s hands to try something new on your own,” Danger explained. “Either of you.”
“The people who know you the best are always going to be the first ones to notice when your mood or responses to what’s being done to you change,” Pope explained.
“But that’s not sharing, right?” Roan asked. “Like, someone giving him a taste of something isn’t the same thing as letting someone else play with him, is it?”
“No, it isn’t,” Danger said. “It’s like with the wand. If you guys had wanted a taste and Pope couldn’t give it to you, then Scoundrel would have handled the session, but we’d have still been right there and the only ones to touch you in an intimate manner.”
“That makes sense,” Roan replied.
“I wouldn’t want to try things differently,” Ocean admitted.
“We will always make sure that you’re safe while you explore,” Danger said. “It’s important that you have the best experience possible. That way, when you decide whether you like something or not, it isn’t with a negative experience coloring your opinion of it.”
“I love this questionnaire,” Roan said. “Not only am I learning new stuff, but I’m getting to learn about you guys too, and someone here is extremely adventurous.”
He looked at Ocean when he said it, a big grin on his face. “I love that for you.”
Ocean threw an arm around him and tugged him against his side. “I ride big waves for a living. After you’ve seen a shark fin break to the left of your board, everything else feels tame.”
“Holy shit! Seriously. Wait. Are their sharks in the water here?”
“I’m sure there are,” Ocean said. “There are sharks in every ocean; it’s just rare that you see them.
They’re curious and drawn to movement and noise, so sometimes they’ll pop up and chase a board.
It’s terrifying and a rush all at the same time, but the chances of getting bit are way less than the odds of being struck by lightning.
You’re more likely to die in a wreck on the highway than being eaten by a shark. ”
“Either would suck,” Roan grumbled. “But I get what you’re saying. I just never thought about that while I was watching you guys or while you were teaching me to swim.”
“When I was surfing over in Australia, I was honestly more scared of the jellyfish than I was the sharks,” Ocean said. “They’ve got ones so small you won’t even see them before they merc you. Now that would suck.”
“Have you ever been stung?”
“By less poisonous kinds, yeah,” Ocean said. “I don’t know anyone whose spent as much time in the water as I have who hasn’t at least encountered one. It hurt, but I was right back out there two days later. It’s their home; we’re just visitors getting in their way.”
Roan nodded, then settled back in to work on his questionnaire.
It was a serious thrill to let his curious side shine through with people willing to talk with him, teach him, and nurture his interests.
Maybe in time he’d discover his passions, both in and out of the bedroom, and finally get to learn what it felt like to soar into the elusive subspace he’d only listened to people talk about, because the more he heard, the more it sounded amazing.