“Floaty light.” His mouth quirks into a smile. “Great, Daddy. Green.”
I nod to Cal, who has been leaning against the wall, watching us. At some point, he took his clothes off, but I was too engrossed in my task to notice. I’ve seen him naked before at Hamish’s parties, but I’ve never really looked at him. My attention was always on the subs he was playing with. I do look at him now, taking in every inch of his broad, chiselled body. It looks like he’s stepped off the cover of a magazine or straight out of Greek mythology.
“I’m going to suspend you now, baby boy.” The pet name flows off my tongue effortlessly, and I know that’s what I’ll call Blake from now on. “Sir is going to take care of you for a moment, okay?” It’s strange calling Cal Sir, but it’s the least I can do as he referred to me as Blake’s Daddy.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Cal stands beside Blake, stroking his hair, while I lower the ropes that are threaded through the ring on the ceiling. Each one has a carabiner firmly attached. I clip them to the harness I’ve created around Blake’s body. One to the middle of his back, others to his wrists, his hips, and each of his thighs. Cal takes Blake’s weight to make it easier for me to pull the ropes up. I raise him at a slight angle until his arse is at my groin height and his head is high enough that he’ll be able to suck Cal’s cock comfortably. I secure the ropes and then run my hands over Blake’s skin, paying particular attention to the temperature of his fingers and toes. They feel warm. Then I ask him to make fists with each of his hands, covering them with my own to offer resistance as he opens his hands.
“Still good?” I ask.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I bind Blake’s legs next, bending his knees so I can tie his ankles to his thighs. With that, I’m done.
“Tell us how you’re feeling.”
“Beautiful, Daddy.”
“You are beautiful, princess,” Cal says. “I wish I had my camera.”
I do too because he’s right. Blake looks utterly stunning. The ropes and knots around his body enhance his natural beauty. Above all else, he looks completely vulnerable and subservient. The trust he’s showing us is immense.
I go to my wardrobe and pull out a small bell, which I press into his hand.
“You won’t be able to use your safe words while we’re spit-roasting you. So I want you to use the bell instead. If you need us to slow down, ring it. Practise it now.”
The bell tinkles softly.
“If you need us to stop, drop it. Do it now.”
He lets go of the bell, and it falls to the floor with a pretty clatter.
“Good boy,” I say, stroking his cheek. I stoop to pick the bell up and put it back in his hand. “Are you ready to take us from both ends?”
He lifts his head and stares into my eyes. They’re so full of lust it makes me shiver.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I lean down to kiss his forehead and then fetch condoms and lube. I squeeze plenty of lube over my fingers and stand between Blake’s legs. Thanks to the way I’ve tied and hung him, his thighs are pulled wide, spreading his arse cheeks. His pink pucker is on show, and it’s fucking gorgeous. I tease his hole with my finger. His body jolts, jangling the ropes and making him swing.
“Sorry, Daddy. That was cold.”
“It’s okay, baby boy.”
Cal kneels down and cups Blake’s face in his hands. He kisses him, tenderly at first but with increasing hunger as I continue to play with Blake’s arse. I slip a finger inside, and he groans into Cal’s mouth. I’ve played with boys like this before, but Cal’s presence adds a completely new dynamic to the scene. I watch him kiss Blake as I take my time stretching the young man’s arse. He feels so good around my finger, hot and tight. His muscles clench each time I push deeper, and when I stroke my finger over his prostate, he shivers and lets out an unearthly groan.
“Do you like that, princess?” Cal asks. “Do you like Daddy’s finger inside you?”
“Yes,” Blake whispers. “It feels so good.”
I squeeze more lube over my fingers and plenty over Blake’s entrance before slipping two digits inside him. I scissor my fingers.
“Oh, Daddy!” he cries. “That’s amazing!”
I start to plunder his arse with my fingers, holding the ropes firmly with my other hand to keep his body still. I want him to feel every thrust and movement of my fingers until his muscles are completely relaxed and there’s no longer any resistance.
“Our boy is ready,” I announce.
