Chapter 27 #2
“To make sure that in all the excitement of the night and playing you did earlier, you haven’t forgotten it,” Pope explained.
“Oh,” Ocean replied.
Pope nodded and caressed his cheek again, moving around behind him with a bottle of lube and the baggie containing the ginger.
Despite Ocean’s relaxed posture, Pope took the time to caress his back, hand trailing over his flank, then down to his thigh, until he sighed and pushed his ass back, stance giving Pope plenty of room to rub lube coated fingers over his opening, circling, waiting for the muscle to soften and let him in.
His soft sighs were music to Pope’s ears, and he took time drawing out the prep before adding a light layer of lube to the ginger, which meant it would take more time before Ocean started to feel the sting.
Once it was inserted, Pope danced his finger up Ocean’s spine, hitting the exact spots he knew would make Ocean arch and clench.
“G-gah!”
There it was.
A shiver and another low moan, only this one was more drawn out and accompanied by a shudder.
“There now, we’ll just let you enjoy that for a bit,” Pope said, helping him straighten up before walking him to the spanking bench and securing him in place, always with gentle caresses in between fastening the restraints.
Once he had Ocean situated, he turned his attention on Danger, who stood watching with a hungry, eager gaze, to see what Pope had in store for him and Pope wasn’t about to disappoint.
Danger’s eyes lit up when Pope laid out the cock ring and an orange vibrating dildo.
“You I am going to have fun tormenting,” Pope said. “The name of the game is edging and orgasm control. Of course I did come armed with your favorite implements, otherwise known as the three canes. Stingy, ouchy, and sitting on your bike tonight is gonna be a bitch. I’ll work up to that one.”
Danger’s tongue poked out from between his lips, pupils dilating at the thought of having his ass reddened by the canes he’d begged Pope to buy.
“What’s your safeword Pup?” Pope asked.
“Cringe,” Danger replied, voice low and rough with longing.
“Good, I wanted to make sure it hadn’t changed,” Pope declared.
“You will use it if you need it. It’s been a while since you’ve felt these babies, I don’t want you trying to take too much too fast. There will be plenty of time for us to build back up to beautiful purple and blue bruises and you needing a cushion at the dinner table, got it. ”
“Yes, sir,” Danger replied, “B-but you’ll leave some stripes behind, right?”
Chuckling, Pope nodded and caressed the ass he intended to redden.
“A handful, yes, but no more than that tonight.”
“Thank you,” Danger replied.
“Now let’s get this one on you,” Pope said before carefully fitting the cock ring.
Like with Ocean, Pope took his time prepping him before inserting the dildo, making sure Danger felt every inch of the stretch as he pressed it inside of him.
It was operated by remote control, which Pope already had waiting on the bench.
Once he had him secured to the St. Andrews Cross, he kicked things off on four, just to get Danger wound up, before turning his attention to his sweet little quietly waiting his turn.
There was a reason Pope had saved him for last. When they’d been going through the kink questionnaire, a large chunk of Roan’s requests had involved sensory play.
In time, they would build up to the masks and hood Roan had been curious about, but for tonight, he expected that the uniquely mirrored surface of the silver room would provide Roan with plenty of additional stimulation in addition to what Pope had in store for him.
“Ready to play?” Pope asked, patting the table in the center of the room.
“Yes, sir,” Roan replied, eager, with absolutely no hesitation, but then, Pope had walked him through the fetish shop, letting him touch, and ask all the questions that had popped into that gorgeous head of his before they’d chosen his new implements together.
One was a blue faux-fur flogger, and the other was a white faux-fur mitt that was soft on one side and satiny on the other.
Pope had a collection of silky ribbons as well, that he’d picked up specifically to tease his boy with.
“My safe word is exit,” Roan declared, so excited he didn’t even wait for Pope to ask him for it.
To see him climb up onto the table and arrange himself on his back, unlike the day with the violet wand, showed the trust that had already grown between them.
He knew Pope would take care of him and reward him at the end of the session with a soft, gentle fucking that would leave his head reeling while Pope pleasured Ocean and Danger.
Their gazes locked as Pope wound several long ribbons around his hand, each with a slightly different texture.
Some had fringes, others a wisp of lace around the edges.
He had more at the house, along with the handle he’d already wrapped in strips of leather, waiting for him to finish adding the ribbons to complete the implement.
He hadn’t made a special toy in years, but his soft little had inspired him.
“Ready, sweet boy?” Pope asked, his words almost drowned out by a groan coming from Ocean as he squirmed against the restraints binding him to the spanking bench.
“Yes, sir,” Roan replied, grinning as he stared at Ocean’s reflection flickering on the ceiling above him. “Ocean’s dancing like he’s got ants in his pants, only he’s not wearing any pants.”
His giggles mingled with the shuddering exhale as Roam moaned, until he shrieked when Pope ran the ribbon down his side.
Pope followed the caress with a stroke of the faux-fur mitt he wore on his other side, chasing skin as Roan rocked side to side, skin taking on a rosy hue as he laughed.
Slithering ribbons up Roan’s arm produced a crop of goosebumps heightened by the breath Pope blew over him. His laughter ended mid howl in a choked gasp, shuddering as the sensation changed from tickling to slow, electric pleasure.
Roan’s cock was hard as he flipped on his back, squirming to get away from the ribbon Pope trailed up his inner thighs. First he pressed them together, before flinging them wide when Pope trailed the mitt over his nipples.
What a delightful sight it was, to watch him arch into one sensation, then squirm away from the other, caught in an endless loop of sensation, until whines spilled from his lips.
Pope kissed his abs, pausing to nip the ridges, precum weeping from the tip of his cock by the time Pope reached the other side.
In perfect position to snatch up the tawse and smack Ocean right on that squirming ass of his.
“Waaaaaaaa!” Ocean wailed.
His ass clenched on the ginger plug, body ridged as he rocked away from the leather in Pope’s hand. Quivering, Ocean shook from the burn of both the smack and the ginger, breath exhaled through clenched teeth when Pope trailed his fingers up Ocean’s spine.
“Gaaaaaaaaa!”
“Still at green,” Pope murmured in Ocean’s ear as he slowly settled down, muscles relaxing inch by inch until his ass was in the perfect position for Pope to smack it again, just as soon as Ocean answered him.
“Neon. Sir!”
Thwack!
Ocean didn’t just exhale this time, he growled out what was almost a curse, choked off two letters in as he writhed.
Pope caressed the welts he’d left, pinching just to hear the hisses he let out, always ending in a long moan as he bucked against the bench.
“We’ll see how neon you are when I get back,” Pope said, with one last pinch, harder than the others, making Ocean howl.
Roan’s hands were flat on the bench when Pope returned to his side, cock still weeping, as he stared up at the ceiling.
He’d have been able to watch everything Pope had done to Ocean, frantic pace increasing when Pope dangled the ribbons over his cock, before letting them float down over the reddening shaft.
Roan chased the ribbons when Pope tickled his balls, a steady stream of precum flowing when Pope tickled his taint.
Pope licked a line of it from the tip before kissing his boy and letting Roan taste himself on Pope’s lips.
“Did you like that little show?” Pope whispered.
“F-fuck yeah,” Roan moaned.
“Good, then you’re sure to get a thrill out of the next one,” Pope said before turning and retrieving the remote.
From four to seven, the whine of the vibrator echoed through the room, wringing cries from Danger. His hands were clenched around the leather restraints as he rocked against the cross, head thrown back as he howled when Pope jumped it up to ten, then quickly put it back at seven again.
The toy drew guttural cries from deep within Danger’s throat, the beginnings of a plea that died on his lips when Pope dialed it down to three.
Pope brushed the hair back from Danger’s cheek to nuzzle his shoulder and the curve of his neck.
He smelled like Pope’s body wash and Ocean’s shampoo.
Remodeling the master bathroom with a big enough shower and tub for luxurious evenings soaking together had moved to the top of the list the moment they’d tried to fit three bodies in the shower and nearly broke themselves when things grew heated.
“Still green, Pup, or do you need me to dial it down a little?”
“Ten was a lot,” Danger groaned. “Could we cap at seven?”
“Of course,” Pope replied, brushing a kiss along the corner of his lip. “Thank you for being honest.”