I tune their conversation out, not really interested in the banter.
Not until Silvano says, “So that isn’t the outline of a cock cage I see?”
Now my eyes zero in on Maddox’s crotch. He’s wearing extremely tight pants, which outline his bulge. I can’t tell what’s different about it though. I pointedly never spent a lot of time staring at men’s bulges—not in real life, anyway—and in porn, they’re usually not covered in anything more than underwear.
Do I want to put Micah in a cock cage? I’ve seen some of them in porn, but it always seemed to defeat the purpose to keep a man from coming. If I’m having sex with him, I want to see him enjoying himself.
I don’t want Micah to suffer while I’m fucking him.
Maddox shifts uncomfortably. “We’d be happy to let you two have the stage instead.”
“Oh, that would be fun, wouldn’t it? Have we ever used a St. Andrew’s Cross? If we like this one, we could get one installed at home.” Silvano smiles at Kyran.
Now I’m more confused than ever. I thought Silvano was a Dom. He tied up and whipped a woman the last time we were here. I never got the sense he wanted to be tied up.
"Be careful, or I'll strapyouinto that thing," Kyran snaps. "And we'll see how long you can go."
So Kyranisthe submissive. He looks nothing like the small, thin men who usually call themselves submissive here.
The two of them are full on flirting now, though. I cough to draw attention to myself. “You think, ah, I would like to see how you do things here in New Bristol. Rules are probably different in Russia.”
Silvano leans back again, away from Kyran.
“Well, since Kyran and I will need to give you pointers and explain things,” Silvano says. “So I suggest Maddox and Knives pretend they never saw us and continue with their regular public show.”
“Regular…!” Knives protests. “Boss, we aren’t… I mean, fine, we are regulars, but we can’t do it with you watching. Isn’t that sexual harassment or something?”
“You can report it to the HR department,” Silvano retorts.
I laugh about the joke. While the two men walk off, I say, “You let your subordinates get away with a lot.”
“Oh, no, this is payback,” Silvano answers. “I nearly walked into them fucking in the kitchen of my mansion the other day. If they want to have public sex where their boss can catch them, they should be willing to commit to it.”
“The kitchen, the office, the fucking closets,” Kyran mutters. “Everywhere but a fucking bedroom.”
That still seems kind. If my men fucked at work, I wouldn’t have allowed them to keep working.
If my father had caught them, there would have been broken bones.
Maddox drapes himself over the bench in the center, the same kind as had been in Adam’s room.
I try to imagine Micah in his place, but I don’t know whether Micah would enjoy being shown off like this.
I wouldn’t want people hooting and clapping for him the way the crowd does here. I think Silvano had mentioned that Knives and Maddox are regulars here, though, so they must be well-known.
“What is that bench for?” I ask Silvano.
“A spanking bench. Or paddling. Whatever you want to do, really.” Silvano taps his chin. “I like calling it a breeding bench. If you spread the sub’s ankles wide and expose his hole, you can pretend he exists simply to be filled with cum…”
Kyran glares at him. “Cresci,” he warns.
Silvano gives Kyran a gentle look.
I’m acutely jealous, suddenly. Not because I want to fuck Kyran or Silvano, but because of how familiar they are with each other. Of how they can give each other those kinds of looks at all.
“Regardless,” Silvano says. He sits up straighter. “You don’t need to do anything extreme on the bench.”
Knives begins spanking, but after only a few loud slaps that echo in the hall, he stops to ask, “How many do you all think my toy needs?”
