Chapter 8 #2
The man’s voice was gruff and to the point when he spoke, but there was nothing hard about the way he studied the man on the table or talked to him as the demonstration got underway.
Roan’s gaze swept to a collection of instruments lying on a bench, within easy reach, whenever Scoundrel needed them.
One of them looked like a mini flogger made out of tinsel, and there was a small container of chunky glitter lying right beside it.
Roan couldn’t wait to see what Scoundrel did with them.
It was cool to see that he didn’t rush for the benefit of the audience. When he spoke, his words were as much for his partner as they were for the people watching them. When the man rolled over, Scoundrel zapped his nipple, and the man’s back bowed.
Must have been on a hard setting then.
Or did it really feel that good?
“Do you think that feels good?” Roan hissed in Ocean’s ear, hoping no one else overheard them.
“I hope so,” Ocean whispered. “I want to try it.”
Everything Scoundrel did led to the action that followed. Roan followed the rhythm like it was a song, noting the way the shocks built in speed and intensity. It was no longer about teaching anymore; it was about pleasuring his partner and putting on a show.
Scoundrel had tucked the wand into the waistband of his pants again. Earlier he’d explained that it electrified his body, therefore electrifying everything he touched.
Including the metal wheel he ran over the top of the man’s thigh.
Squirming, hips rocking, the man seemed to be both chasing the feel of it and trying to get away from it. Ocean’s paw tightened on Roan’s hand, and Roan glanced over to see Ocean leaning in to get a better look.
Gasps flowed freely from the man’s lips in between cries when Scoundrel ran the wand over his nipples or cock.
Roan’s cock twitched in his shorts, going from half hard to fully erect, forcing him to bite back a moan.
Danger squeezed the back of his neck again and dragged his finger along the pulse point beneath Roan’s ear, helping him relax.
It didn’t surprise him to catch movement out of the corner of his eye and see Pope doing the same thing to Ocean.
The same rhythm too; for a moment, Roan stood memorized, watching Pope’s hand move beneath the edge of Ocean’s headgear, yet feeling the same slow drag along his own skin.
The man on the table let out a broken sob, and Roan whipped his head back around to see what was happening.
Sparks arched when Scoundrel used the tinsel floggers, crackling when Scoundrel threw glitter on his partner, shiny bits covering him from nipples to thighs. The man’s cock was so hard the head was purple, dribbles of precum dripping from the tip, more pumping out with every shock.
Was the violet wand seriously that pleasurable?
Scoundrel wielded the flogger like he was playing the drums, and his partner came with a harsh shout, his body arching upward, his back in a rigid bow before he collapsed and lay shaking and gasping for breath.
Some folks whistled, others clapped. Roan shivered and nudged closer to Ocean, shoulders pressed together, until Roan felt Ocean quivering beneath his gear.
Pope’s voice was too low a rumble to allow Roan to make out what we said to Ocean, but whatever it was, he nodded enthusiastically, and his tail hit the back of Roan’s thigh.
While others started drifting away, Pope remained where he was, meaning Danger did too, while Scoundrel cleaned up his sub, fed him treats, and helped him drink water.
They remained after he’d helped him off the table, wrapped a robe around him, disinfected the table and tray after he’d packed away his tools, and nodded to Pope.
“Finally took my advice and picked up the floggers,” Pope said. “What do you think of them?”
“That I should have got them when you first told me about them,” Scoundrel admitted, his partner nodding, a tired grin on his face. “Won’t make the same mistake again.”
Pope just chuckled at that.
“Are you going to give them a taste?” Scoundrel asked, eying Roan and Ocean.
“I’d say your demonstration left them interested to know how it feels,” Pope said.
“You can do that?” Ocean asked as he whirled around, so excited he forgot his tail and slapped Roan’s leg with it again.
“He’s the one who taught me,” Scoundrel explained.
When Ocean folded his paws beneath his chin and stared up at Pope, Roan knew they were going to get the chance to experience the wand for themselves. Roan doubted that even Danger at his grumpiest could have turned Ocean down if he gave him that look.
“Gear has to come off first,” Pope said, nodding towards a stand in the corner. “Do you need Roan to help?”
“Yes, please,” Ocean replied.
Roan’s brain was still happily processing the turn of events when he was tugged to the corner. Roan started with the paws first, unbuckling them while wondering if Ocean had been able to put them on himself.
Ocean knelt to remove the ones on his feet, making it easy for Roan to unzip the back of his pup gear so he could take it off.
The harness was easy too, just a series of buckles that Roan soon had undone.
Instead of rushing to the table, Ocean stood and pressed him against the wall, kissing him in full view of Pope, Danger, Scoundrel, and the man whose name was never going to remember because kissing Ocean back was way better than trying.
Now that Ocean was stripped down to aqua boy shorts similar to the black ones Roan had on, Roan could feel that the demonstration had left Ocean as excited as it had left him. Moaning into the kiss, Roan swore he still tasted salt on Ocean’s lips from his last swim.
Roan’s head was reeling when Ocean finally broke the kiss, and it took several blinks for him to focus and see Pope chuckling at them from the other side of the table, while Danger stood watching them, looking confused.
When Ocean strode past him, Roan could have sworn he swaggered a bit before arranging himself on the table Pope patted.
“What’s the highest setting you’d like to experience tonight?” Pope asked as Ocean got comfortable on his back.
Roan wasn’t sure he had the courage to start out that way.
“The highest,” Ocean replied. “But um, maybe only once or twice unless I really like it.”
Pope smiled and smoothed the hair back from Ocean’s cheek where some was matted from the gear he’d had on all night.
“Alright then, a taste of everything coming up,” Pope promised.
Uncertain if he had the courage for all of that, Roan stood beside Danger, eager to see what Pope had in store for Ocean.
“Do you have a safeword just in case things get too intense?” Pope asked.
“It’s shark.”
Pope nodded, lips curing into a slight smile. “Makes sense. You’ll use it if you need it; no trying to press through, understand? Not when this is your first experience with the wand.”
“Yes, sir,” Ocean replied.
“Alright then, here we go, lowest setting first so you don’t get too much at once,” Pope said, brushing it over Ocean’s abs.
As soon as it touched him, they clenched, and he started giggling.
“Someone’s ticklish,” Pope murmured. “You know what that means?”
“I’m going to be laughing a lot?” Ocean replied.
Danger let out a bark of laughter while Pope just chuckled and shook his head.
“Nope,” Danger said as Pope drew the wand down Ocean’s side. “He’s going to use that thing to find all your ticklish spots.”
“Sweet!” Ocean yelped, dissolving into more giggles.
“Oh, I promise you,” Pope said, his voice sounding both wicked and tender at the same time, making Roan’s belly clench. “It will be.”