Chapter 2 #2
Telepathy alone doesn’t allow that, Zander told them. As with all things metaphysical, intention is king. The two of you have expanded upon what I made. He touched Spence’s back and met her gaze. Discussion for another day. Tonight is for play.
She and Zander worked in tandem. Emmy knelt to buckle the cuffs around their boy’s ankles before clipping them to the spreader bar and forcing his legs wide.
The music changed tempo, moving to the Grandfather Dance, and her entire body vibrated — the fantasy and the pageantry along with the music, not to mention Spence’s trapped balls and cock so close to her face while hundreds could see. The whole thing was just perfect .
Meanwhile, Zander cuffed and clipped Spence’s wrists to the top of the frame, his arms stretched wide, his body held taut. The Nutcracker on display.
Zander lubed the thick, steel plug, and Emmy reached for the nipple clamps.
Spence’s breath hitched and his eyes closed when Zander began pressing the plug into him, and Emmy took the opportunity to snap the first clamp onto his blue-painted nipple. Sharp steel teeth bit into tender skin, and his gasp was music to her ears.
She attached the second clamp, then hung weights from both.
Zander had the plug seated deep by then, and they both hung the next weights at the same time: hers on his cock ring, Zander’s on a hook connected to the plug’s base. More weights would come as the night progressed — they wouldn’t want their Nutcracker to get bored.
Eventually, Spence would have to fight gravity with everything he had to hold the plug in.
Door prizes were always given at the balls, and the privilege of kicking Spence in the balls was one of the prizes.
This kick would happen, absolutely, no matter what.
However, if he lost the plug, Emmy would also kick him in the balls.
And if he lost it too early in the night, Zander would deliver a third kick.
This had been explained earlier. No need in spelling it out again.
Zander inserted the gag he’d special ordered — the ‘ball’ crafted to look like a large walnut, holding their Nutcracker’s mouth wide open.
And then her vampire offered his arm to Emmy, cool lips brushing her ear. “Shall we dance, little dragon?”
She met the gaze of the security guard standing at the dais’s edge, there to watch over Spence, and then nodded to Zander and took his arm.
They descended to the floor with the sounds of Spence’s labored breathing behind them.
The ballroom swirled with decadent beauty, and Emmy caught sight of Rhea — naked but for a plum-colored tutu around her waist, and gossamer wings Emmy knew had been sewn onto her friend’s skin.
Her entire body sparkled with iridescent glitter, and she danced on her toes, waltzing with a vampire dressed as a soldier.
Zander led Emmy in sweeping circles, his hand splayed possessively on her lower back, bodies pressing close.
Every turn revealed different visions of excess: naked bodies painted or adorned fantastically, dancing with clothed ones just as spectacular.
And her eyes kept returning to the dais when it was in her line of vision, her wolf suffering beautifully, his devotion absolute.
He’s perfect like this, she thought to Zander.
He is, Zander agreed. And he knows we see him. Feel him.
Through the pathway, Emmy could sense Spence’s emotional state — the ache in his shoulders, the throb of the clamps, the stretch of the plug, the compression trapping his cock so it couldn’t grow, the weights pulling and stretching — and beneath it all, the sweet surrender that made all the pain worthwhile.
Between dances, they returned to add more weights: nipples first, pulling sharp cries from their boy as metal bit deeper. Balls next, the stretch intensifying, his breathing ragged but his gaze locked on hers with unwavering love.
Emmy’s clit throbbed with each addition, the power of knowing how much he trusted her, loved her, and the way his body trembled, his caged cock swollen as much as possible. What a pity this one hadn’t come with a connection for spikes inside it.
The night deepened, the waltz giving way to darker rhythms, bodies brushing in controlled intimacy, Zander’s cool strength guiding while she met him step for step, equals in motion and desire.
Halfway through the ball, the cock cage came off, and Emmy showed Spence the bag of midnight-blue clothespins.
These were just as strong as the stainless ones, and she lined them up one side of his cock, then the other, the cruel steel snapping along his shaft in two perfect lines.
Each addition drew a muffled gasp that made her insides clench.
While she worked on their boy’s cock, Zander added them elsewhere — ears, the webbing between fingers, the extra skin at his elbows, along the inside of his upper arms, and in wavy lines along his inner thighs.
Spence’s body trembled and jerked, his breath shallow until Zander reminded him to Breathe, Dearest. And he obeyed.
Then came more weights. Everywhere.
The two returned to the dance floor, watching the displays of pain and pleasure all around them, a visual decadence of vampires torturing and fucking daywalkers over tables, against walls, on the floor — but both heard Spence’s plug hit the dais at the same moment.
Together, they turned as one to witness his humiliation and failure.
Through the pathway, Emmy felt his emotions, and was surprised when she realized his shame and guilt of disappointing them overwhelmed the dread of consequences.
We’re not disappointed, she told him fiercely. That isn’t what this was about.
The consequences are part of the scene, Zander added. Not punishment for failure. Just the price of the game.
Spence’s relief pulsed through the connection, and only then did his anxiety about the kicks fully surface.
Twenty minutes later, the door prize winners were chosen, and the lucky vampire was dressed as an especially evil-looking Mouse King.
Every eye in the ballroom watched him stalk up the dais steps and across it with predatory focus and take aim.
His booted foot slammed into Spence’s naked balls like a sledgehammer.
Their boy’s gagged scream ripped out of him, reverberating through the ballroom in high-pitched agony as the room fell dead silent.
Emmy stepped into place and delivered her own brutal kick. Spence’s mouth opened in a voiceless scream around the walnut, his face twisted with torment, and she leaned in and cupped his bruised balls in one hand, squeezing firm.
“Look at me,” she ordered.
He opened his eyes and met her gaze, tears streaming down his cheeks, pain etched in his face.
“Want me to stop?” Her voice carried, low but clear.
Through the pathway, she felt his pain, so overwhelming it stole his voice. Still, he fought to get the words out because he desperately needed to give this to her. To prove his submission publicly.
His voice broke, but he enunciated well enough around the gag to be understood by everyone in the room, with his gaze locked on her face. “I am yours.”
He switched to telepathy. My wants are about pleasing you and Zander, never about asking for mercy. I only want to be what you need. Use me as brings you pleasure, Ma’am .
The words landed like a vow, and Emmy responded the only way that made sense — by squeezing a touch harder. She counted down from ten in her head while holding his gaze, heat and arousal overwhelming her.
I love you so much, she thought at him. You’re everything.
I know, he replied, his mental voice shaking with emotion. I feel it. I feel you. I love you more than I know how to say.
When she finally released his balls, she slowly wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him once, twice, feeling him throb in her palm.
She aimed her thoughts at Zander and asked, You in his ass while I ride his cock?
An excellent idea. I’ll need to lube my cock, but feel free to get started immediately.
Spence had only gone a tiny bit soft while his balls had been abused, and he was already hard again, so she reached to the top of the frame, lifted herself so her legs were around Spence’s waist, and hovered over his cock.
I’ve got him lined up. Zander told her. Sit down slowly.
She did, and Spence filled her beautifully — his heat buried deep, cock throbbing inside her. She gripped the bar for leverage and experimented with the angle, lifting a few inches before letting gravity slam her back down.
And she couldn’t help her moans, every time he filled her once again.
She slowed while Zander worked his cock into Spence’s ass, his scent telling her all about the stretch, the burn, the fullness that made their boy gasp — but above all, his submission to them. He wanted them to use him like a toy.
Once Zander was in, they found their rhythm, both driving toward Spence in synch, each fucking their boy hard and relentless, Zander’s brutal thrusts driving him deeper into her.
They kissed around him, her mouth meeting Zander’s over Spence’s shoulder, tongues tangling in shared possession, fucking each other through their wolf’s body, visceral love flowing in an infinite spiral through the telepathic bond that connected all three.
I love you, Spence managed between gasps. Both of you. So much.
We know, Zander said. Everything you do tells us of your devotion and love, but you still do not have permission to come. Hold onto it, boy.
Emmy’s orgasms chained endlessly, crashing in waves that clenched around Spence while Zander held their boy on the edge, torturing him by pegging his prostate with every thrust.
Please, Spence begged. Please, Sir, I need—
Not yet, Zander said, but his tone was fond. Perhaps not tonight at all. I haven’t decided for certain whether I’ll allow it.
And then the Grandfather clock chimed, the signal for the vampires to drink, and Zander’s teeth sank into Spence’s neck.
Emmy slowed and watched, close to another orgasm, but she was fascinated, seeing and scenting everything from inches away.
Zander’s deep satisfaction and joy, sating a hunger with his favorite wolf, and Spence’s devotion and love, happy to nourish his Master.
When Zander pulled his teeth from Spence’s flesh, he met her gaze while he licked the wound. For a long, suspended moment, the rest of the room fell away, leaving only the three of them. His smile was slow and unmistakable, full of a promise meant only for her, and Emmy felt it settle in her chest.
And then he snapped his hips, and Emmy went back to fucking Spence full-speed. Moments later, she came yet again, and heard Zander’s mental voice telling Spence, Come for us, boy.
Spence’s release hit like lightning, shuddering spasms inside Emmy while Zander spilled deep in their wolf’s ass, all three connected so completely she couldn’t tell where one ended and another began.
The two collapsed together afterward, catching their breath, holding each other, bodies tangled, while their boy remained bound inside the frame above them, still on display, hanging limply.
This is perfect, Emmy thought, telepathing to them both. You’re both perfect.
As are you, Zander replied.
Eventually they released their boy, and all three lay together on the dais, legs tangled, sweat and come and tears mixing — the triangle complete, stronger than ever, love flowing between them like breath.