Chapter Twenty-Three
Now
I put on my favorite play mix of music while Declan sheds his blazer and tucks his cock back in his pants.
Then I start showing George what it feels like to bottom to a sadist. I’m actually taking it easy on him tonight compared to what I know he’s given Declan, but I don’t want to burn him out the first night.
I start with my bare hands. Declan sits on the floor by George’s head, letting George rest his forehead against Declan’s shoulder as he whispers to him. I can’t hear what Declan’s saying to him over the music, but a few times, I hear George say, “Yes, Sir,” to him.
That has to be weird for Declan.
As I increase the intensity and use implements on George, Declan keeps a hand in his hair, gently rubbing his head and talking in his ear. A few times, I take extra-hard swats at George to make him jump and yelp and twist against his restraints.
To show him that no, I’mnotbeing mean.
Yet.
There’s always another gear I can upshift into.
At one point, Declan eases a hand under George, between him and the hassock, and I know he’s pinching George’s nipples and giving him a different distraction.
“You hard yet, Declan?” I ask him.
“My dick’s been punching a hole through these slacks for the last thirty minutes,” he tells me.
Then I look at the time. Holy shit, we’ve been at it nearly an hour. I’ve been checking George’s hands and feet and his circulation’s okay. That’s one of the great things about this set-up—that it’s comfortable to maintain the position for a long time.
George’s ass, legs, and back are pink, a little redder in some places, with some bruises on his ass cheeks that should show up by morning. He’s actually taken it really well, even though I did push him a few times with a paddle to get him to tear up.
No welts yet, because I haven’t used a cane or riding crop on him.
I pick one riding bat, fairly whippy but not too severe, and walk over to George. “Last round, then Declan can have some more fun with you. What do you say?”
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
“You’re welcome, boy. Ten good ones, because you look too comfy. Won’t even make you count them this time.”
I intend to make these harder, and the first impact makes him cry out and strain against the ropes.
I rub it in. “Yeah, that’s mean, isn’t it? Not nearly as mean as I’ve seen you be with Declan, though. Maybe you’ll think about that next time you want to turn him black and blue.”
“Ilikehard play, Casey,” Declan says, but this is with a firm tone that my boy never uses on me.
I’m holding Declan’s gaze as I take stroke two, harder than the first, and Declan flinches as George cries out. He’s glaring at me as he leans in again and starts quietly soothing George.
I reach down and rub that one in. It looks like I’m going to be learning some things about Declan this weekend, too.
By the time I take the tenth stroke, George is raggedly sobbing. I can’t see Declan’s face because of the way he’s sitting and cradling George’s head against his shoulder and is comforting George.
I set the riding bat aside and rub George’s body with both hands, soothing him, trying to remember why I started this in the first place.
I hear Declan unfasten the wrist cuffs.
“What are you doing?”
“I want him face up when I fuck him,” Declan says, standing. If you want to ride his face while I do, fine, but I want to watch his face when he takes my cock for the first time.”
“You don’t want me to work him up to the larger one?”
