Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Give me a show.”
Nolan’s cock twitched at that husky command.
Cam cocked an eyebrow at Hope. “Are you sure you don’t want to join us?”
“We don’t want to leave you out,” Nolan added. Of course, she would never be left out. Her not directly participating didn’t mean she wouldn’t be involved. She just wanted to be calling the shots.
“You won’t be. I’ll be right here watching.
” She pointed to the throne on a raised platform.
With a smile, she sat, adjusted her short, tight skirt, leaned back, and crossed her sculpted legs.
“And tonight, you two will address me as Queen instead of Mistress.” She rolled her lips under as she rolled her hand in the air like she was royalty.
They were in Room Seven, and apparently, he and Cam would be her “subjects.”
Really, her being the “queen” was just a different twist from when she stepped into her dominant role.
“Will you be participating in your own way, Queen?” Cam asked with a grin.
“It depends on you two. Your mission is to make me so horny that I can’t resist touching myself.”
“And if we don’t, Your Highness?”
Cam was pushing his luck by calling her that, but Nolan was all for it. While their role playing was hot, it still needed to be fun.
“What do you think?”
Cam shot a look at Nolan. “You know what that means.”
“Give her a ten out of ten performance?”
“Well, that, too, but I was going to say don’t hold back. If you need to whimper, beg, cry out…do so. Let her see and hear your reactions.”
“That would be a good start,” Hope said, tongue-in-cheek. “But you’ll need to do more than that.”
“We’ll do plenty,” Cam assured her.
“Then I look forward to this show, Handsome. The curtain is just about to rise. The performers should take their places,” she suggested with a slight upward curve to her lips. “And this is where my direction ends.”
Oh shit. Normally, she made the demands; what to do, how to do it, and how often. Now it was up to them to figure out what she wanted?
He and Cam shared a glance. The confidence in Cam’s eyes silently told him that they had this.
True. However they played didn’t have to be perfect. All they had to do was entertain their temporary queen. Similar to how court jesters used to entertain the royals. Only, Nolan doubted they did it naked and by fucking and sucking another man.
But then, he wasn’t up on his history.
The Royalty Room had a lot of the same equipment and toys found in most of the other playrooms up in Heaven, but what made this one unique was the color scheme—all shades of purple—and the fact that a raised platform with a throne was the main focus.
At the foot of that throne was a very narrow kneeling bench without padding.
Also unlike in some of the other themed rooms, the St. Andrew’s Cross wasn’t padded, either.
Similar to the Puppy Play room, it had a cage in the corner, but the one in Room Seven was wood and made for a human. It wasn’t a dog crate, but tall and super narrow. The person standing in it would be forced to remain on their feet the whole time.
A fully adjustable obedience chair was bolted down to a platform similar to a Lazy Susan. It could be turned so the person sitting on the throne could see whatever action was happening.
Of course, Nolan fully expected to be the one in that chair with his legs strapped down and spread wide. The seat height could be raised or lowered depending on whether one was getting head or getting fucked.
“Handsome, there’s a suggestion wheel here if you’d like. You can use it if you need ideas on how to entertain your queen. Come get it.”
The Wheel of Misfortune included various ways to “torture” the occupants. Its location indicated that whomever was sitting on the throne normally spun it and directed the entertainers to do whatever it landed on.
Here, Hope wanted Cam to use it instead so she could simply sit back and enjoy the show.
After Nolan skimmed what was listed on the wheel, he internally cringed.
Normally, he’d be fine with ass spanking—as long as it wasn’t too brutal—but it said: slap balls/pussy.
He usually didn’t have a problem with a Wartenburg wheel, either, but if the arrow landed on that particular act, the spiked metal roller had to be used on genitals.
And those were just two of the twelve pie wedges.
When Cam grabbed his face and pressed his mouth against Nolan’s, it made him forget the wheel for a moment.
He parted his lips and Cam took that advantage to fully explore his mouth.
Closing his eyes, Nolan melted into the kiss while heat swept through him and stirred his cock in his cargo shorts.
He wrapped one hand around the back of Cam’s head, pulling them even closer together.
With Cam already hard and Nolan halfway there, Cam scrambled to tug Nolan’s shirt off, temporarily separating them.
He then quickly peeled off his own and tossed it to the side.
When their lips crashed together again, Cam quickly dropped his shorts and seconds later, Nolan’s were also pooled around his feet.
Cam ended the kiss and their eyes met as he stroked Nolan’s erection, thumbing the bead of precum that clung to the very tip. Cam held it up in front of Nolan’s face. “Lick my thumb clean.”
“Are you giving the orders now?” Nolan asked under his breath.
“Since Hope is handing the reins over to us, do you mind if I lead?”
Wow. Nolan hadn’t expected Cam to ask. He naturally stepped in as Hope’s number two.
Or vice versa. Nolan was the only one out of the three who never took a dominant role.
It simply wasn’t for him. He’d done enough of that during his time with the state police.
At this point in his life, he was perfectly happy to let others take charge. “Now that you asked, I don’t mind.”
“Sorry to assume.”
“Too much chatter, boys,” came the scolding.
Their eyes met and their grins were there and gone in a flash.
Nolan leaned in and pulled Cam’s thumb into his mouth, giving him an amused wink while he did it. The salty tang of his own precum hit his tastebuds and his cock twitched when Cam hooked his thumb and pressed down on his tongue.
“Damn, that was hot,” Cam whispered, his brown eyes heated. “Are you ready?”
“I’m always ready for you.” Nolan’s eyes flicked to the wheel Cam had placed nearby. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for the Wheel of Misfortune, though.”
Unfortunately, Cam didn’t give him any reassurance. Instead, he led Nolan to the obedience chair and strapped him in. The quick-release nylon straps went over his shins, waist, and chest.
Cam had set the incline of the chair’s back so Nolan was at an angle, neither completely sitting up straight or flat on his back. Next, the two sections where his legs were restrained were pushed wide and locked into place. That position would give Cam easy access.
Nolan lifted his unsecured hands. “What about these?”
With his brow furrowed, Cam walked his sexy, naked ass behind the obedience chair to check. “I can secure them back here to the D-rings.”
Great. Maybe Nolan should’ve kept his big mouth shut.
“Hands behind your head,” Cam ordered.
“That sounds familiar,” Nolan muttered as he raised his arms and offered Cam his wrists. Luckily, the nylon straps were much softer than the metal handcuffs that usually accompanied those words.
If he had to be restrained, doing it for sexual reasons was much more preferred. Especially if done by Cam.
As he circled the chair again, Cam dragged his short fingernails lightly over Nolan’s chest, flicking both nipples before following the path of dark blond hair that led from his navel to his cock.
Cam pumped it a couple times with his fist, then dragged his hot, slick tongue from his ball sack to the crown.
“Head would be perfectly acceptable about now,” Nolan told him under his breath since he wasn’t sure if Hope would mind them conversing.
So far, she hadn’t told them to shut up. And until she did…
“I don’t think head is listed on the Wheel of Misfortune.”
Of course not.
Nolan jerked his chin toward the small, custom wooden wheel attached to a metal stand. “Are you going to show me where it lands first so I can mentally prepare, or am I supposed to go into this blindly?”
“What do you prefer?”
Shit. Nolan wasn’t sure. What would be better? Anticipation or surprise?
He took the easy route. “You decide.”
Cam tipped his dark head in acceptance, then spun the wheel. Nolan’s cock flexed at the ticking sound created by the metal arrow hitting the pins that separated each wedge.
Round and round it goes, where it stops, nobody knows.
He held his breath as the room fell silent, wondering what the outcome was. Would it land on a sex act he considered torture or pleasure? What was torture for some was pleasure for others and vice versa.
Cam turned the wheel so Nolan could see it.
Shit. Fuck. Shit.
Okay, maybe it was better not to know.
It might not have landed on the Wartenburg wheel, where it would feel like tiny needles were pricking his own prick and sensitive sack, but it was almost as bad.
Slapping his family jewels.
He’d been kneed in the nuts once by a woman resisting arrest, and that had been more than enough, thank you very much. Hopefully, this wouldn’t be half as debilitating.
When he met Cam’s eyes, Nolan could see his struggle to keep from either panicking or throwing up. Proof he had also experienced being kicked between the legs.
Nolan wasn’t gagged. He hadn’t even been given a gag order. So he could easily use his safe word. However, he signed up for this.
No matter what, he wanted to please Cam. He also wanted to please Hope. Even so, he couldn’t forget this was supposed to be for his pleasure, too.
“Ready?”
Would he ever be ready for what was about to happen next?
Nolan squeezed his eyes shut and gave a short nod.
Three, two, one…
Nolan struggled to pull oxygen back into his empty lungs after Cam slapped his balls so lightly it could be considered no more than a “love tap.” It was an uncomfortable reminder of just how vulnerable a man was in that area and why protective cups were highly recommended, if not required, while playing sports.
Nolan flinched, then tensed when Cam held up his erection. The next slap had more power behind it and, while it stung a bit, it wasn’t nearly as bad as his balls, thankfully.
He’d vote for a hard dick spanking over a light ball tap any time.
Nolan opened his eyes once more when he heard the wheel spinning again, just in time to see it land on edging.
It was an activity that was part of their regular routine, but not to any extreme.
Nolan wondered how far Cam would take it since they were putting on a show for their “queen.” He might take it farther than usual.
“Remember, the tables might be turned one day soon,” he whispered, loud enough for only Cam to hear.
While he didn’t get an answer, the look in his lover’s eyes was reassuring. Cam wasn’t one to lose his head. However, after he tracked Cam going over to the bag of toys he’d brought along and pulling out one he hadn’t seen before, Nolan’s relief was short-lived.
He owned a Fleshlight and, in the past, had used it quite often, but this masturbation tool seemed to be a Fleshlight on steroids. You simply fucked a Fleshlight like a pussy. While Cam held the toy, he rotated through every setting as a demo.
From what Nolan could tell, the inside chamber not only spun, but sucked at seven different speeds. He imagined trying not to come was about to be a wild ride.
Nolan usually didn’t last much more than a minute when he broke out his Fleshlight. It was definitely both fun and efficient.
However, this might not be the right toy for edging. Or it could be perfect for it. Time would tell. And that time was now.
Cam laid the masturbation aid on his stomach, using Nolan like a coffee table before grabbing a nearby bottle of lube that had been sitting on a warmer. When he returned, he squirted some into his palm and stroked Nolan’s cock until it was completely covered.
Cam working Nolan’s cock like that didn’t help in prolonging his orgasm.
He could easily come from his lover simply touching him.
They had jerked each other off more times than he could count in the past couple of months.
Including times they were on the trails taking a “break” from mountain biking.
Nothing wrong with a little rub and tug while hydrating.
“Handsome, turn him so I can see both of you better.”
Once Cam unlocked the rotating platform and turned it until Hope had an unobstructed view, he slid the masturbator down onto Nolan’s cock and pressed the power button.
Nolan instantly lost his mind.
If the current setting was only the first of seven levels of suction, rotation speed, and licking, he was in some deep shit.
Cam moved to his side, put his mouth to Nolan’s ear and whispered, “Don’t come, whatever you do. If it gets to be too much, give me a sign and I’ll back off. If you come before she gives the word, then she might come up with some crazy punishment for both of us.”
“Just don’t go up any more levels.”
“What if she orders me to?”
“Then prepare yourself for punishment. Have you used this on yourself yet?” Nolan gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to come. He forced his hips to remain still because if he started humping it, he was doomed.
“No, I haven’t had a chance. She just bought it and wanted me to use it on you.”
Nolan unclenched his jaws. “Just wait until it’s on you.”
One dark eyebrow rose. “That good, huh?”
“Yes, but bad for edging.”
Cam muttered, “Shit,” under his breath.