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Bound is packed tonight; I think everyone is fed up with winter and the long, dark evenings. With Christmas and New Year over with, it’s a waiting game for the clocks change and spring to turn up. Or it could be a Friday night, and everyone is horny. I know I am.
It’s been a long time since Roman got a punishment from anyone. He did get one when he and Tate were playing with Noah. He hasn’t had one from me, ever.
Tonight, he’s naked, bar the cock cage, trapping his dick in a metal cage made up of rings up the length to the small padlock that holds it and the ring around his bollocks.
It’s definitely one the that has both Doms and subs staring.
He also has a hook in his arse attached to a leather strap up his back to his collar.
It may be extreme for the slight mistake at the gym, but this is more than a punishment.
This is for him to feel connected to us, to centre his thoughts and focus purely on how he feels.
He had the opportunity to say no to all or any of this, but I wasn’t surprised when he agreed, his eyes already darkening.
He’s not getting spanked or any corporal punishment.
This is going to be enough, especially when he must stay on his knees, his back straight as we fuck his mouth.
He’s going to take all loads tonight, in public for the first time as a committed foursome.
Ollie is walking with Maddox, the contrast between Ollie and Roman even more striking with him dressed in white leather shorts and matching harness. The perfect angel.
Noah’s eyes go wide when he sees us, or more likely, Roman. He whispers to Saint, making him look our way. His smile grows bigger as we reach the corner booth. “I have to say I’m impressed. Roman, you look exquisite. Have you been a naughty boy?”
Roman looks at me, and I nod, giving permission. “Yes, Sir. I was rude to Master Knox.”
“Have you learnt your lesson?” Saint is thoroughly enjoying himself, which means Noah will get the benefit and have some serious fun, the dirty kind, of course.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to forget this punishment, Sir.”
Maddox pulls the leather strap up, which in turn, pulls the steel ball inside him up. “No more chit chat, boy.”
We sit down close together, our leather clad thighs touching. “You may kneel, boy.”
When Roman is situated between us, I run my hand through his soft curls. He sighs softly, tipping his head into my touch. I love how responsive he is, even at the smallest of touches.
Maddox caresses Roe’s cheek and cups his jaw, leaning in to kiss his plump, pouty lips, still slightly swollen from our earlier kissing.
“Fuck!” Finn exclaims. “That’s fucking hot. Drake, we’re doing that.”
“Yes, Sir.” Drake is smiling with a soft laugh.
They have a relaxed relationship, unless it’s a scene, but where Saint rules with firm strict rules, and Noah blooms in the certainty that Saint is always right.
Knowing and understanding him so well, Saint always puts Noah first. Drake and Finn are like best friends; they’re always laughing and talking to each other touching with gentle caresses.
It’s good to see my uptight, secret keeping, silent brother happy and in love.
A server comes over, and we order drinks and settle.
Saint leans back, allowing Noah to unzip his trousers, a dark black denim rather than the leather he usually wears.
His dick is already hard and in Noah’s hand.
He strokes the long, thick shaft until a bead of precum appears at the tip.
Watching him has me stiffening. I stroke my dick through my clothing, Roman licks his lips and looks up at me through his long, dark lashes. “Sir?”
“Yes?”
“May I?”
I look at Maddox, who grins. “You first,” he says. “I want his throat nice and relaxed.”
I stand up; I don’t want him to do anything that could cause injury. “Stay still, hands on my thighs and tap if you need to stop.”
“Yes, Sir.” He licks his lips, then spits on my length, wetting it so it glides in easier.
With my hands on either side of his head, I slowly but steadily push in, an inch at a time, not stopping until I reach his throat and pulling out again.
Roman spits on it again, then opens his mouth.
With much less resistance, I go to town, fucking into his mouth with long, slow pushes to fast pounding plunges, going deep into his throat.
I can see the head as it slides into his oesophagus.
I still, holding him until I feel the slight struggle and pull out before he needs to tap.
Saliva runs down his chin in thick rivulets.
With a nod from him, I slide in again, repeating the motion until my balls draw up into my body, and I start to come, first in his throat, then his mouth, and finally over his face. With red eyes and tears streaking down his cheeks, he smiles.
“Thank you, Sir.” His tongue darts out to capture the spunk on his face. I lick it up, then kiss him, letting him suck my tongue for the remnants.
When I look away, I chuckle and nudge him to look over at Noah, who’s got a full load over his face. Unlike Roman and his now clean face, Noah will have that sticky stuff on his face all night.
“My turn.” Maddox is now standing, his long shaft rock hard and already leaking precum. “I doubt I’ll last as long. You’re lucky I managed to hold back from shooting over your face at the same time as Knox.”
“I’m glad you didn’t; I want you in my throat, Sir.”
I watch as Maddox’s cock disappears into Roman’s mouth and throat.
Damn, I’m getting hard again, maybe I’ll get to fuck him, too, since his hole is open and lubed.
“I want to fuck him,” I tell Maddox and unbuckle the collar around his neck and let it and the strap fall to the floor.
The hook is still firmly in place, and I’m tempted to leave it in, but we haven’t discussed it, and it’s out of order to do something we’ve never done and without his permission.
Free to move his body again, Roman pushes Maddox down onto the seat and gets on his hands and knees.
He gets back to sucking him off, while I play with the hook, curving it in and around his channel until I run it over his sweet spot.
Then I can’t hold back, and with a swift twist and tug, the hook is free, and I’m inside him.
He groans and pushes back on me as Maddox still fucks his face.
God, this is perfect, perfect, perfect. I remember the cage around Roe’s dick and let go of his hips to take the chain from around my neck off.
Maddox stops when he sees what I’m doing and takes the key from me.
After a click and a moan, Maddox manages to get the cage off his dick, which immediately and painfully fills with blood.
I reach around his waist to stroke it. Roman moans like it’s the best feeling ever.
It may be, but I’m going to make it better
It doesn’t take more than a couple of seconds to get the rhythm back and another minute to us coming hard. Maddox has to pull out when Roe begins to cough, but he gets the remainder over our boy’s face.
I nod to Ollie, “Your turn, baby.”
“Yes, Sir.” He nods excitedly. “I’m not going to last; that was fucking hot.” He turns to Maddox, who is already stroking his dick to get it hard again. “Will you please fuck me, Sir.”
Roman is sitting on the bench now, and Ollie in front of him. Maddox undoes his boy’s shorts and pushes them down his thighs to the floor, not leaving him with much mobility. Something that isn’t a problem for Ollie, seeing his loves of restraints.
Maddox slides into Ollie’s slick hole as he glides into Roman’s mouth; it’s a beautiful sight.
Maddox’s thrusts are enough to shunt him in and out of my boy’s mouth, the look on Ollie’s face is one of absolute pleasure, which is what he deserves.
I relent and wrap my hand around Roe’s dick and take my time with long, slow strokes while I watch the other two men, gauging their imminent orgasms, Ollie is first as he shudders in Roe’s mouth, my boy swallowing every drop.
Maddox is next, and he grunts loudly before biting down on his boy’s shoulder.
I increase my speed and look at Roman. “Come!”
He cries out, tears pouring down his face as he sobs through his climax, his whole body shaking before I catch him as he slumps to the side. “Perfect, you are perfect, my beautiful boy.”
We get Roman cleaned up and dressed in shorts we’d put in our locker. His face is a pretty pale pink; the warm shower we all took has freshened us up. “Do you want to go home or back in with the family?”
Maddox is frowning. “I’ve got something I need to talk to Drake about, but I’m not sure this is the right time and place. No, I won’t, but I’m good going back in. Roman, Ollie?”
“Yeah, it would be good to talk to Noah. I don’t feel like I’ve seen much of him lately. Or Memphis, where were they tonight?” Roman asks, Ollie nodding in agreement.
“Royal had a school function they had to attend,” I say
“I think I’m going to organise a sub club; we can have a night out, just us boys. Somewhere nice to eat or to dance.” He shrugged. “Just a thought.”
Maddox is nodding. “I think that’s a great idea, and I’m sure they will too. Ask them now, you can call in to see Memphis tomorrow.”
We go back to everyone, and I’m surprised to see Royal and Memphis have turned up. “Did you sneak out of the function? You’ll get a detention.”
“God, it was so dull.” Memphis fake yawns and rolls his eyes. “But no, we didn’t sneak out. I am pissed off to have missed your show tonight. You’ll have to tell me what you did to warrant that punishment. Although, from what this lot said, it didn’t seem like it was to teach a lesson in manners.”
Roman and Ollie let go of our hands to sit with the other subs.
I sit down, but Maddox is pacing, whatever it is he wants to talk about to Drake must be important, but he speaks to Finn instead.
I hate not knowing what’s happening. Normally, I would join in to find out what they’re talking about, and as I move to them, Finn nods and says something to Drake, calling him away from the other subs.
Maddox says something to Drake and he scowls. Looking at his watch, he nods, saying something. Okay, I’ve had enough. “What’s going on? Maddox, what’s happened?”
“Can I tell you when we’re home? Tonight has been too good,” Maddox asks, then he looks at Drake.
“Leave it with me,” Drake says.