2 - The Boston Tie Party #2
The blond's arms weren't the only thing that was huge and gorgeous, either.
A huge, gorgeous cock, too. It was red and leaking where it pressed against his stomach, the blue rope wrapped snug around its base.
Leander might have been jealous if he'd ever aspired to being a muscle daddy.
Fortunately, such muscles would interfere with the sleek tailoring he preferred, so it was easy to enjoy the scene without envy, imagining how easy it would be for the man to throw him or Tristan around.
The blond's obvious devotion to serving his Master made him even more appealing. He could only trust Tristan's welfare with a good man, not some posturing Alpha that would get into a pissing contest with him to try to prove his dominance.
Heat coiled inside him at the thought of kneeling at their feet together. "Do you think that gorgeous muscle sub switches, my love?"
Tristan gave a soundless laugh. "It would be a hell of a waste if he didn't." He cuddled closer, eyes still on the pair. "Do you want him to command you, Sir?"
"Perhaps. They're both incredible. What a hot fucking show."
"Sir?" Tristan arched up, his voice a low purr of velvet next to his ear. He ran his fingers up the top of Leander's thigh, letting them barely brush his erection where it strained at the front of his suit pants. "May I take care of this for you?"
Leander turned into his husband, running both hands down his back to grab his delectable ass cheeks and pull him against him. Tristan gave an adorable squeak as he was manhandled, then melted into him, lips parting eagerly to the press of his tongue.
It would be so easy to claim him and enjoy his husband's body while watching such an amazing show.
Leander ran his fingers down the crease of his lover's ass, over the hidden zipper carefully tailored into his bespoke suit pants, smiling as Tristan shivered in his arms. He'd had them made for ease of access.
He could pull Tristan over to the nearest piece of furniture, bend him over and unzip his slacks, then pull away the silicone plug that he wore and slide into the exquisite heat of his ass without any preparation.
The thought of his prim and proper lover submitting so eagerly made his arousal twitch in anticipation.
He almost gave in to the temptation. But he had all night to get to that, to bring Tristan to the point where he was breathless and begging to be fucked.
So he released his mouth, still fondling his ass and grinding against him slowly as he inclined his head towards the pair in the center of the large living room.
"Do you know who they are?"
As if sensing their gaze, the submissive's eyes fluttered open, and a hint of a smile pulled at the corners of well-shaped lips. The man's cock twitched; he clearly enjoyed being watched.
Tristan gave a hum that was as much appreciative as contemplative. "I don't think so. Perhaps out-of-towners. They're both very, very lovely, aren't they?"
"Exquisitely." Leander nibbled at his earlobe. Maybe the dom would be interested in them commanding their subs together. Surely this buff, well-hung muscle sub wouldn't let such an amazing body go to waste. "I'd really like to watch that sub fuck his huge cock down your throat, my darling."
Tristan drew a shaky breath, and Leander could feel the shudder of arousal that moved through him. "Would you like me to find out who they are for you, Sir?"
"Please." Leander stole one more lingering kiss from his beautiful mouth before releasing him.
Then, he settled onto a sex chair whose previous occupants had just finished wiping it down.
The decadent, curved-leather chaise lounge faced the pair perfectly.
He could ignore his own erection for the pleasure of watching. For now.
When they'd arrived, the party was already in full swing. The dom had finished taking his sub out of some kind of beautiful, complex binding and began a second tie. Leander was glad of it. There was something incredibly appealing, even mesmerizing, about watching the man work.
He was clearly practiced in not only the art of shibari and suspension but also putting on a show, letting his hands trail teasingly over his submissive's skin as he slid the loops of rope around his body.
Surely he worked with this submissive often, if they weren't a couple.
Even though his partner was deeply relaxed into his surrender, he responded to the dom's small cues without hesitation.
The dom had a level of focus that spoke to the two being completely in tune with each other.
The connection they had was beautiful.
Then, the dom moved around his sub, dropping to a knee on the ottoman to attend to his thighs, and Leander found his eyes raking down the long expanse of his gorgeous, freckled back.
He sucked at his bottom lip as he let his eyes trail up the length of his spine, imagining doing the same with his tongue, tasting the pale skin and freckles.
He couldn't help but imagine kissing over the muscles in his shoulders, which bunched and shifted as he worked slowly.
Leander imagined the way those shoulders would tense if this beautiful ginger dom was to come up to him now, rip Leander's pants off, then push him into the chair with his legs over his head so he could plow his ass, relentless and merciless.
...Well. That fantasy had escalated quickly.
While the low buzz of conversation and music from the rest of the house filtered in, everyone around him was enraptured by the scene as much as he was.
Appreciating the way the submissive gave himself over completely, his body relaxed despite his arousal as he was bound and put on display.
The room had been set up to enable an audience as well as playtime, with several seating areas and groups of regular chairs set between.
A femdom in an armchair across from Leander had her submissive kneeling in front of her, pressing his face to her sex as she watched with eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
Another dark-haired girl had her lover pushed over the back of the chesterfield so they could both watch as she fucked the girl slowly with a shining red strap-on.
A lone woman perched on the arm of said chesterfield divided her gaze between the show and the women as her fingers slid up under her little black dress.
Throwing one more loop of rope up over the suspension frame, the dom began to adjust and tighten the ropes with deft confidence.
He continued until his sub was suspended to sway a few inches above the ottoman - no small feat of strength for the dom, Leander imagined, with how built his sub was.
The ropes bit into the sub's skin where they bore his weight, and the man's expression briefly bore the stress of it.
Then the dom began to transition the tie, drawing his body to lean forward into the cradle of ropes.
He drew one leg behind him, guiding his knee to bend, and began to secure his ankle up near his head.
The suspension made the man's huge, erect cock even more obscenely prominent. Leander resisted the urge to palm his aching erection through his slacks, knowing he wouldn't be able to stop himself if he started. He was quickly beginning to regret sending Tristan on his errand.
When his lover finally returned, he was hard enough to drive nails. Leander sighed in relief as Tristan silently slid down to straddle his lap, grinding against his arousal as he nestled a worshipful kiss under his ear.
"You really enjoy watching them, don't you, love?"
"I don't even know what it is," Leander murmured, hands already on his ass.
The dom had his back to him again, and it took every bit of self-control to keep calm as he unzipped the zipper down the ass of his husband's slacks.
"But if I don't get inside of you right now, I might come so hard that my jizz will land on that gorgeous freckled back of his. "
Tristan laughed softly, delighted, pressing close. "Then it's my pleasure to take care of you, Sir."
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