35. Jasper
THIRTY-FIVE
JASPER
I stood out on the deck, the warm breeze blowing as I stared up, stars scattered like tiny pinpricks of light in an otherwise pitch-black night. The waves lapping against the side of the boat were the only sound.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt as content as I did right now. It was as if everything in my life made sense, and it was because I was out here, doing what I loved with the two people I loved.
I pushed my hands into my pockets and tilted my head back, taking in the expanse before me.
The noise of the door opening had me turning to find Finn standing there in a pair of tiny black silk shorts and his anti-sickness bands.
“Have I told you how much I like your underwear?” I asked.
He put his hands on his hips, his scars sparkling in the light. “Travis would like to see you.”
My stomach flipped at the tone in his voice. “Would he now?”
He stepped back and pointed for me to come in. I sucked in a lungful of fresh air, my cock already thickening at whatever was about to happen.
He took my hand as I walked past. “We thought we’d watch a movie.”
“Oh.” I tried not to sound disappointed, but the air about him was not giving off a ‘movie watching’ vibe.
He turned, walking backwards as he spoke, “And while we do, you can refer to me as sir.”
The sound that left my lips should have been embarrassing—somewhere between a desperate whimper and a sob, my cock springing to life at the idea. I dipped my head, feeling the urge to look at the floor, not with shame, but because I wanted Finn to be very clear that I wanted to submit to him.
“Yes, sir,” I replied quietly.
Finn righted himself and led me by the hand to the crew lounge.
Seeing Travis sitting there almost took my breath away. His dark hair was damp from the shower, his wavy fringe pushed back from his face. His usually dark eyes were now black, his lips parted expectantly. He was dressed in a tight black t-shirt and ripped jeans, sitting in the centre of a couch, his arm thrown back casually across the cushions. I swallowed hard, excited that the dream I told him about might be coming true.
“Good evening, Jasper.”
I bowed my head a little. “My Lord. Thank you for inviting me.”
I didn’t know if I was playing along correctly, but the wry smile that curled the corner of his lips made me think my wayward thoughts were, in fact, on the right track.
“Before we get started, you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“And if, for some reason, you can’t speak, then you can click your fingers, right?”
I held out my shaking hand in front of me and clicked.
“Good boy.”
Chewing the inside of my cheek, my eyes moved from him to Finn and back again. My body hummed in expectation, but these two decided to take their sweet time.
“So, what’s the plan?” I asked, but no one answered. Finn took a seat next to Travis, their appraising gazes raking over me, until the suspense was almost killing me.
“Take your clothes off, Jasper,” Travis eventually instructed, and I let out a whoosh of air, relieved that something was finally happening. It appeared I was incredibly antsy and eager tonight.
Naked and standing there, I suddenly felt incredibly exposed, my hard cock throbbing, glistening with precum.
Finn ran his finger over his bottom lip as if he was imagining tasting me. The idea of it made my balls pull, desire pulsing through me.
Travis stood and lifted a length of thick white rope I’d not noticed until now from the bench at the side of the room.
Walking behind me, he took my wrists and moved them gently behind my back, running the rope over where they met, making it very clear what he was about to do.
“If you’re not ready, if this feels too much…”
“I want it all. God, I want it so much.” My voice was breathy, desperate.
“That’s my good boy. I always thought you’d make the perfect submissive. I mean it, though, you safe word if there is anything that doesn’t feel right, but I promise, Finn and I will take really good care of you.”
I nodded enthusiastically. “I know you will. I trust you.” I looked to Finn, who was watching intently, his erection tenting his shorts. “Both of you.”
Travis moved quickly, binding my wrists, probably using a knot we’d both tied a million times before, but the sensation of the rope against my skin was almost too much. My nipples hardened, my skin tingling, the blood rushing to my cock so fast that I thought I would come from the intensity.
When he was done, he tugged as if checking his handy work, and then he left me standing there while he took his seat. He turned his head slightly to Finn while keeping his eyes locked on me. “Take my cock out, Twinkle.”
Finn grinned greedily. “Of course, my Lord.”
He unfastened the button and then unzipped his fly, reaching into his underwear and easing out his semi-hard cock. “It’s been a long day. I think we’re all tired. We need to relax, wouldn’t you agree?” He was asking me, but I wasn’t sure what was going on, so I nodded. “Absolutely, my Lord.”
“Come sit.”
I moved awkwardly, wondering how I was going to sit like this… and why he’d tied me up if we were only going to sit.
When I got close, he pointed to the space between his spread thighs.
“Kneel.”
I moaned at the instruction, dropping to my knees.
“Put my cock in your mouth, Professor.”
I licked my lips. Blowjob. I could do that.
Finn was still holding the base, so it was easy to take his semi-hard shaft in my mouth. I hummed around it, flicking the tip with my tongue. Moving my mouth, I tried to work to make him hard, but Travis sucked in a breath, his fingers wrapping around the back of my neck as he held me in place.
“Ah, no, Professor. Don’t move. You’re just going to keep my cock warm for a while.”
Confusion furrowed my brow.
“We’re going to watch a movie and you’re going to relax.”
There was shuffling behind me. “Can you still click?” Finn asked, and I did it just to prove it to him. “Perfect. Now close your eyes and relax.” And with that, he slipped a sleep mask over my eyes and placed a set of headphones over my ears that played soft piano music, and all I was left with was the feeling of Travis’ cock filling my mouth, unsure what the hell was happening, but loving it nonetheless.