“Sexy, isn’t it?” Gabe asks, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Come,” Calvin says.
We go over to a whipping pole, which has cuffs attached to it.
“How do you want me?” I ask, prompting them both to chuckle.
“With your back against the pole,” Calvin says.
I frown. “I thought you were going to spank me?”
“We will after we’ve kissed and touched you.”
I stand against the pole, with my back pressed to the cushion, and raise my arms above my head. Calvin and Gabe work together to secure my wrists with the cuffs. My arms end up crossed, the wristband pushed up so it and the coloured loops are still visible to anyone who looks. I’m vulnerable now—bound and practically naked. It’s exhilarating.
Gabe places a black blindfold over my eyes. He does it up firmly but not too tight to be uncomfortable. They can do anything they want to me now, and I can’t wait. My skin buzzes with excitement, and my heart rate kicks up. I hold my breath, the anticipation killing me. We’ve discussed my limits; I have safe words. I feel completely safe in their hands.
A hand grips my chin, forcing me to tip my face up. From the softness of the fingers, I know it’s Calvin. Thick commanding lips press against mine. Short, coarse hair scrapes over my chin and above my lips. There’s no doubting that Calvin is the one kissing me. He runs his tongue along the seam of my lips. I part them as his tongue slips into my mouth, hot and probing. Rough hands run over my chest, exploring every inch of my skin.
Calvin is kissing me; Gabe is touching me. Wow.
I moan into Calvin’s mouth as my knees buckle. The cuffs keep me from falling, and a strong, thick arm snakes around my waist, giving me extra support. Gabe’s fingers twist and squeeze my nipples, making them hard as pebbles. Then his beard tickles my skin as he licks his way from my clavicle to the red harness around my hips. I moan again, the sound swallowed by Calvin’s mouth. He nibbles on my lower lip before kissing me even more fiercely. Electricity zips through me as my brain fails to comprehend all the touching, kissing, and licking. There are more hands, lips, and tongues than I’m used to. It’s amazing.
Calvin lets me go, and the next moment, Gabe’s lips press against mine. His are thinner but no less wonderful. Gabe’s fuller moustache and beard tickle rather than scrape. His kiss is gentler than Calvin’s, less demanding. His lips move slowly and sensuously. A hand twists into my hair, yanking my head back a little. There’s a slight prickle of discomfort in my scalp, just enough to make me whimper, but not enough to cause me pain. Gabe deepens the kiss, exploring my mouth with his tongue.
Calvin has taken over kissing and licking my torso, his hands firmly gripping my hips. He’s holding me up and turning me on at the same time. My cock is hard thanks to them. Pre-cum leaks from my slit, making the front of my lace thong damp and cold.
They both let me go at the same time. I sob as my body becomes cold in their absence.
“Turn around,” Gabe says, his voice closer to my ear than I was expecting. “We’re going to spank you now.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m surprised how easily it trips off my tongue, considering no one has ever asked me to call them that before.
There’s enough give in the chains to allow me to turn around. Doing so twists the chains together and pulls my wrists a little higher. There’s an ache in my shoulders, but it’s nothing I can’t handle short term. They each run a hand over my arse cheeks.
They move their hands, and for a second, my arse is cold. Then one of them smacks their hand across my arse cheek. It’s a playful gesture, not painful at all. The next smack comes from the opposite direction. I yelp. It’s harder. Not too hard, but close to the limit I did my best to describe.
They alternate, Gabe smacking softly, Calvin hitting me just hard enough to make me cry out. They move their strikes so they’re not always hitting the same place, and their blows land on my fleshy parts. Their palms make a wonderful sound against my arse. Each of the stronger blows jolts me forward, so my lace-clad cock rubs against the whipping pole. My cock aches so badly my eyes start to water. I want to come. Ineedto come, but I know I’m not allowed. The next strike is particularly hard, and I yelp louder than before.
“Yellow,” I whisper, almost ashamed I’ve had to ask them to slow down.
I was enjoying it, but it was a little too much.
“Good boy,” Gabe whispers, rubbing my arse gently. “You were right to tell us it was too much.”
I nod, even as I sob.
“It’s okay,” he assures me, wiping a tear from my cheek. “You’re the only one who knows your limits.Neverbe ashamed of saying it’s too much. Are you all right to carry on, or would you like to stop?”
“I’m okay, Daddy. Green.”
Calvin joins Gabe in massaging my arse. His touch is firmer but just as soothing.
“I know your limit now,” he says softly. “I won’t hit you that hard again. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“It’s okay,” I assure him. It’s hard to convey a pain threshold limit. What matters is that he listened when I used my safe word.
