Sunday morning, we blindfold George and tie him up in bed. While Declan holds him cuddled against his body, I free George from the chastity cage and spend the better part of an hour doing sensory play with him with a knife and with my mouth.
Both sucking and biting.
I edge him while Declan applies nipple clamps and lightly tugs on them, and we get George begging like crazy to come after Declan gives him permission to beg.
I never thought I’d ever find myself with George Forrester’s cock in my mouth, or hear him sound so desperate and needy.
Can’t say I mind, either.
My gaze locks with Declan’s as I go down on George, and I’m not sure if what I’m seeing in his eyes is desire or jealousy.
If it is jealousy, I’m not sure who it’s directed at, me or George.
Or does he want to be where I am?
Our last scene with George, I want Declan to deliver at least some of the impacts, because only he knows how hard George hits him.
We’re downstairs again, with George trussed over the hassock. I started out leading this scene, with Declan at George’s head and talking to him. We’ve blindfolded George for this one, and between impacts and implements, I alternate stroking his flesh with stroking his cock.
He’s definitely hit subspace again, and I wonder what this weekend will do to him going forward as Declan’s Sir.
Hopefully, it gives him a better appreciation for what Declan’s giving to him.
George already has some bruises from our previous play, but tonight will layer even more onto his ass.
I wave Declan in to finish him off and he reluctantly trades places with me. I’m going to let him pick his implements for this.
I sit at George’s head and hold him the way Declan was. “Almost done,” I tell him. “Last round. Declan’s going to have a turn.”
Watching Declan do this, I know, is a rare event. He starts out caressing George’s ass, and I think he’s going to spank him, but he goes for pummeling with his fists.
It’s difficult to watch, and George’s body is jolted by every strike, hard blows, but while George grunts, he doesn’t cry out. Declan wears an inscrutable mask as he works.
“You like hearing your boy make noises,” Declan says to George. “Let’s see what kind of noises I can get out of you.”
He turns and selects a rattan cane from the rack and starts working up and down George’s ass and thighs with it.
That makes George howl. To the point I’m not sureIcan take it. I trust Declan not to go too far, but whatistoo far?
Against my shoulder, George is wordlessly sobbing. “Good boy,” I whisper in his ear as I rub his head. “You’re doing so good.” I don’t know if he’s even hearing me or not.
Grim determination seems to hold Declan in its grasp as he swaps out for a heavy riding crop.
I comfort George through it all.
Then Declan swaps out again for a small paddle. “You can come, boy,” he says, reaching under George and jerking him off as he spanks him.
I’m not sure George will get there, at first, but his cries soon change from pained to pleasured, and he’s sucking on my fingers when his orgasm hits him.
Declan’s looking at me, though. Watching me as he makes George climax.
Then he unhooks George’s ankle cuffs and walks around to unfasten his wrists. He grabs a fleece throw he’d brought down with us, and, right there, he sits on the floor and helps George off the hassock and into his lap.
I start to get up, thinking Declan has this under control and I’ll clean up our play area, but then I realize George is sobbing again, and my gaze meets Declan’s.
He’s darkly glaring at me now.
I lower myself back to the floor and Declan shifts George until he’s in my lap.
