Chapter 27
Pope
After they’d each put away one of Kat’s infamous strawberry shortcake cupcakes and a glass of lemonade, Pope guided his adorable bunch over to the cage beside the stage, which currently stood empty.
“Still interested in dancing?” Pope asked. “Here’s your chance if you are.”
“Arf!” Ocean yipped, still firmly in his pup headspace, which was exactly why Pope had brought them over here first.
Even Danger yipped before remembering his words. “I am.”
Roan looked uncertain, but that could change once he watched Ocean and Danger, so Pope would play it by ear.
Ocean fumbled with his paws, until Pope helped him unbuckle them, knowing that the removal of the gear would help ease him out of his headspace right along with dancing.
He took his time, wiping the inside of each piece before packing them back in Ocean’s bag, until finally he stood there in just a pair of sky-blue boy shorts and the ink etched into his skin.
Funny how the chairs started filling up while they’d been removing his gear, until it was standing room only by the time Pope tucked his headgear away.
“Can I dance one song on the pole while you help Danger with his gear?” Ocean asked as he tugged the hair tie free from his hair and shook it, so it fell around his face in waves.
“Of course you can,” Pope replied. “Do you have a song in mind?”
“I’d like Pour Some Sugar on Me for when we’re in the cage, so can I have Crazy Bitch for the pole.”
“Hell, yeah you can,” Pope replied, eager and excited to see exactly what his boy had in store for everyone tonight.
Pope cued it up on the jukebox, hating that the old, vintage one had been replaced with this digital thing, but it had been a fair point that finding new music to load in it was impossible, and he’d added his vote to those who’d proposed moving it into the game room so they could still enjoy the classic sound.
The crash of guitar and drums rushed out as Ocean grabbed the pole, whipping his head back and forth before he spun.
Every roll of his hips, shoulder shimmy, headbang, spin, pole stand, and seductive stalk across the stage showed that he had just as much control of his body while dancing as he did on a board, and why wouldn’t he.
It was all about rhythm, the drumbeat no different from the pounding of the surf, and god damn did that boy know how to work his hips.
He pulled off an aerial invert like he pole danced every night, showing off his flexibility, and damn near a full split before he hooked one leg around the pole and spun, spiraling down and arched, looking out at the audience with a cocky smirk.
Pope’s cock twitched when he saw Roan lick his lips, before he executed a backflip and landed on his feet, never missing a beat of the song, body constantly in motion as he leaned back, and rolled his hips like he was fucking the air.
Wolf whistles, cat calls, he had the room riled up when he lunged for the pole, spun around it, flipped upside down again, and executed the broken doll technique as the song came to a close, his body dangling there on full display, including the rigid outline of his cock in those boy shorts.
He held that pose without trembling, not even a single twitch, showing off an equal mix of strength, poise, and control, as the space filled with applause.
Only then did he lower himself to the ground, stand, bow, and rush straight into Pope’s arms for everyone to see just who he belonged to.
Holding his pup, pressing a kiss to his damp hair, Pope could feel his heart pounding from the exuberant dance, but the moment Pope turned him loose he hurried to the cage to join Danger, for an even steamier rendition of what he was capable of.
The way they were grinding against one another by the end had many in the audience adjusting themselves, but several of them damn near lost it when Danger gripped Ocean’s hips and tugged him so his back was flush against Danger’s chest. Danger’s free hand trailed a lazy path between Ocean’s pecks until Danger cupped him beneath the chin, tilted his head back, and laid a filthy, possessive kiss on him as the final notes trailed away, the pair kissing long after the music stopped.
It was one of the most erotic things Pope had ever witnessed, and he’d seen a lot of kinky shit in his day.
“No way am I getting in the cage in front of everyone after that,” Roan declared as he stared at them frantically making out.
“Right now, I need to focus on getting them out,” Pope said as he strode into the cage amid a fury of boos.
By the time Pope got the door open, Danger had spun Ocean around and pinned him against the cage, his arms stretched over his head, held in Danger’s fist, Danger’s body pressed in a long line against Ocean’s, hips rocking as he rutted against him.
Their moans hit him first. Desperate, needy, half choked groans mixed in with out-of-control kisses that were half a step away from devouring one another.
Pope gripped the back of Danger’s neck and squeezed hard enough to get his attention, even as he growled in his ear.
“You are not fucking our pup right here in front of everyone,” Pope informed him. “Now get it together and lets go to the silver room before the only thing you do tonight is watch.”
His words had the exact effect he’d hoped for.
Danger stilled, groaning as he sucked in a ragged breath.
Pope could feel him relaxing in slow but steady increments, hands falling away from Ocean’s body, prompting him to open his eyes and scowl until he realized that it was Pope who’d interrupted the moment, then his whole expression changed.
“Time to get moving,” Pope said. “You guys have given the audience plenty to fuel their fantasies for the rest of the night. Your time is mine now.”
“Yes, sir,” Ocean purred, pink tongue flicking out to lick over his upper lip.
Roan was right beside the door of the cage when they stepped out, but he’d slipped from his little space during the first dance and had unzipped his outfit during the second and peeled it down his chest, though he hadn’t taken it all the way off.
It would be easy to get him out of it once they reached the silver room.
Pope directed them there, giving the stink eye to anyone who tried to step in their path or have a word with his pups after their performance.
“You need to let those boys work up at the strip club,” Scoundrel said. “They’ll come home with full G-strings every night.”
“The only place they’ll be stripping is in my bedroom,” Pope declared as he shouldered past Scoundrel.
At the door to the silver room, unmistakable because it was just as silver as everything that lay beyond the door, Pope paused and fit the key in the lock, opened the door, and turned on the light to reveal the flittering, reflective space that would be their playground for the rest of the night.
Once he closed and locked the door behind them, he took a moment to steady himself and focus on what he had in store for them.
After the show they’d put on, it was tempting to just let Danger bend Ocean over the table in the center of the room and fuck him to take the edge off, but that would ruin some of what he had in mind for them.
Blowing out a breath, Pope turned and issued his first order.
“Strip.”
Not like they had much to remove, but those few seconds would give Pope the chance to lay out the surprises he had for each of them.
“But no touching each other.”
Ocean whined, Danger groaned, while Pope just chuckled at the disgruntled looks on both of their faces.
Ocean and Danger’s shorts hit the floor like they were on fire, erections bobbing as they stood, shorts in hand, to neatly fold them and place them on their bags.
Roan stripped slower, but only because he couldn’t take his eyes off them, like he was trying to decide which cock to suck first. Not that Pope would let him.
Not yet anyway. One by one, Pope laid out everything he needed tonight, including water and snacks, before taking his time removing his leather pants and harness, laying them on his bag along with his cap.
There was a St. Andrews cross in one corner and a spanking bench in the other. One of the many reasons he’d chosen this room. The other was the reflective walls which would allow them to watch what he was doing to them as he moved between the three.
“Ocean, you first, hands on the table, legs spread, lean over it for me and hold still,” Pope instructed.
He waited until Ocean was in position, then Pope laid a baggy on the table in front of him, containing the ginger plug he’d carved right before they’d left the house. Ocean’s breath hitched when he saw it, and Pope pressed a finger beneath his chin to raise his head, so their eyes met.
“Still want to feel it again?” Pope asked.
Ocean licked his lips, eyes bright, eagerness and excitement shining through when he popped up to reply.
“Yes, please. I hoped that was what you meant when you said spicy.”
Chuckling, Pope caressed his cheek.
“Then that’s exactly what you’ll have, and then some,” Pope replied.
“I’m going to insert it and then secure you to the spanking bench.
You have three options for implements tonight.
All three were marked five on your sheet.
I brought the tawse, the flogger, and the riding crop.
Would you like to pick one, or have me choose? ”
“I love all three,” Ocean replied. “Could you choose?”
“Of course,” Pope replied. “But you won’t get any of them until I’ve seen to Roan and Danger, so you’ll have plenty of time to enjoy that ginger. Are you ready for it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Alright then. What is your safeword?”
“It’s still shark,” Ocean replied.
“I know sweet pup,” Pope replied, stroking his hair. “But there is a reason I ask you to repeat it for me. Do you know what that is?”
Ocean shook his head, but not enough to dislodge Pope’s hand.