He let Dylan breathe for several beats before he split the air with the sound of the bamboo cutting through it. He dealt a few thwacks over Dylan’s buttocks and the Sub wailed louder with every strike. Red welts formed quickly and Master Kage patted each cheek with his gloved hand before returning the cane to the table.
Fucking hell.Finley had never considered that pain could bring pleasure, but Dylan’s soft moans and twitching cock proved him wrong.
Master Kage squatted by Dylan’s face which lay on the pillow-like padded end of the bench. He spoke to the Sub in a low voice and patted his cheek listening to the man’s replies.
Finley had no idea what had been agreed on before the session, but the communication remained constant.
Once the Dom straightened, he reached for a wooden paddle and smacked Dylan’s left ass cheek with it so hard it left an imprint that spelt ‘slut’ on it. Finley winced in sympathy. Dylan yelped, but his dick leaked more precome. He liked it. Very much. He swayed his bound, bent legs from side to side as much as he could in his restraints.
Master Kage squeezed a generous amount of lube on his hand from a tub the size and shape of a gym water bottle, then circled his latex-clad fingers over Dylan’s hole. The delicate teasing had Dylan wiggling as if he wanted to impale himself but a quick smack on his backside stilled him. Finley clenched involuntarily when Kage’s two digits passed Dylan’s tight ring of muscle.
Apart from a kiss and a few drunken blowjobs Finley had got at a bar somewhere, Finley hadn’t experimented with men. Now, he wasn’t sure if watching the scene made him that horny, but if Kage told him to pose ass up and spread open right now, he would. And he’d welcome his fingers, even his cock with enthusiasm.
Fucking hell.
Or maybe he was high on the sexually charged air.
Finley shifted his stance to make the chafing of his latex shorts bearable. It didn’t help. But no one around paid any attention to him. Some people squirmed much more than Finley, and several couples left towards the public sex area in the further part of the club. The gazes of the ones remaining were glued to the stage.
And so was Finley’s, even if he remained aware of his surroundings and any threat that could disturb the scene.
Since he was a teenager, he’d enjoyed watching other people kiss. His first girlfriend had let him watch as she masturbated, a lesson that taught him proper care of a pussy. At uni, he touched himself to the sounds of his flatmate and his girl, and at a party, he saw a guy go down on his boyfriend in front of everyone. In his twenties, he attended several house parties with his friends that, in retrospect, had BDSM elements. He’d been an observer mostly, reserving sex to his current partner. For a long time, he’d thought he was a creep, but even when he accepted he liked watching others, he blocked that need and stored it far away in his mind.
He could imagine himself on that stage, bound and lost in pleasure, but his body hummed with the sheer eroticism of watching, of being allowed to be a spectator and see people fall apart in the most intimate of ways before his eyes.
He’d never been so turned on watching two men. Not like now.
Kage’s fingers worked inside the Sub, massaging his prostate, letting white milk drip into the metal bowl on the floor.
The man writhed, keening, but he hadn’t orgasmed yet, his eyes fluttering closed. Kage pulled out slowly and leaned over so that Dylan could see his face. After a gentle slap on the cheek and a few words from Master Kage, Dylan opened his eyes and focused them on his Dom. The moment hung in the air, and Dylan’s body visibly relaxed, as if hypnotised, then nodded.
During this brief reprieve, a guy from the crowd rushed to climb on the stage with a wild roar.
“I’ll help you!”
Instincts on full alert, Finley caught him by his collar and dragged him to the floor, pulling the man’s hands behind his back and keeping him in place by a firm knee on his back. Finley’s reaction was so quick, the enthralled crowd parted only after he told them to give them space. “I need cleanup by the main stage,” Finley said into the comm on his vest.
The guy underneath Finley sighed with resignation and thumped his head to the floor. Finley held him down so he wouldn’t hurt himself. The alcohol on his breath was no excuse for his behaviour and Finley was sure he’d be punished with a probation period or a ban. He hoisted him up and walked him out of the main area where backup in the form of Tom, a fellow security guy, was waiting. He handed the man over with a summary of what had happened and returned to the front row of the crowd.
His heart still beating fast from the interruption, Finley crossed his arms and calmed his breath.
Thankfully, Kage didn’t have to stop and now was dipping his finger in the bowl of prostate milk. It was a show, but the main audience was the sub. Master Kage directed the scene with flair, but everything was for the sub’s benefit—it was clear in the way the Dom’s gaze rarely strayed outside of the stage. He wasn’t looking for the reaction from the crowd, he was focused on the responses of his sub. There was beauty and grace in the scene and Finley found himself completely entranced by it.
Dylan’s struggle against the ropes showed how anxious he was, how much he wanted to come. His gaze softened however, when it landed on Master Kage’s calm face and the liquid dripping from his finger. Dylan opened his mouth. As if on cue,the music in the background switched to a quiet song, and Finley could hear the men talk clearly.
“Please.” Dylan moaned, licking his lips.
Master Kage tsk-ed.
“Please,Sir.”
A shiver went down Finley’s back at the moniker and as he watched the approving nod from Master Kage, he suddenly felt the need to have Master Kage look at him that way—as if he’d done well. As if he’d pleased his Master.
The Dom swirled the pad of his finger in the liquid again, then placed it on Dylan’s tongue.
“Suck.” Master Kage’s command made several people next to Finley release a moan.
Dylan did, humming as his lips closed around the latex-covered digit.
