The night was still young, of course. And they could always stay longer and do another tie once they'd had a rest and a bit of food.
Then, just as he'd begun the second binding that would become Miles's suspension, a new couple entered the scene.
The pair of well-dressed men paused at the pass through from the house's grand front entry to the rest of the house, looking in. They were both masked, though the masks were minimal. Darren could immediately see that the taller of the two - a man with luxurious dark curly hair - hadincrediblecheekbones. He carried himself with an authority Darren was well familiar with. He paused to catch the dom's eye, favoring him with a flash of the most inviting smile he could manage before turning back to his work.
Clearly intrigued, the pair came closer. They stopped to talk at the bottom of the staircase, giving Darren an even better look at them. Cheekbones was beautiful, but even more promising was his sub. Nearly a head shorter, the man had neatly styled blond hair and glasses fitted carefully over his mask. Being fully dressed was an intriguing choice for a sub at an event like this, and his manner was soft-spoken and demure. Something about him was just begging to be rumpled.
Though the manor's sound system was piping low, sultry beats throughout the house, Darren could catch snippets of their conversation. The sub squeaked delightfully as his dom grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him into a kiss, clearly aroused by the show.
Yes. This was the kind of man he wanted for Miles.
The dom's next words were clear as day, and exactly the kind of thing Darren wanted to hear. "I'd really like to watch that sub fuck his huge cock down your throat, my darling."
Perfect.
Darren stole another glance in time to see the smaller man melt against his dom, clearly enthralled and aroused by the idea. He could only half hear the man's response, but it was enough.
"... find out who they are for you, Sir?"
Darren sank to his knees to bind Miles's thigh, taking the excuse to lean in close. "Check in. Are you with me, pet?"
"Very green," Miles murmured immediately, more alert than he had been previously. "That pair...."
"Mmhmm." Darren rose to hook a line up over the rig, drawing it down again. "That sweet little sub has gone to ask about us. Did you hear his master?"
"God yes," Miles whispered, cock twitching harder in its bindings. "He's so hard just from watching you."
Tall, Dark, and Cheekbones was indeed watching. He'd settled on the recently vacated sex chair, seemingly content despite the obvious bulge in his fine suit pants. Would he let his sweet little sub service him when he returned? Darren found himself enthralled by the possibilities of how that play might go when they were both so formally dressed.
Considering his in-progress tie, Darren made a decision, starting to change direction.
If these enthralling men wanted a show, he'd make sure to give them a show.
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∞ 20 ∞
The Grand Finale
Miles looked up at him questioningly as Darren released one knee back down onto the ottoman for support. Darren smiled, starting to adjust the uplines supporting Miles’s upper body. He'd been working towards a version of a sideways lotus pose to show off Miles's body. Now, he pulled the lines attached to both shoulders up evenly, adjusting one and then the other until Miles leaned forward at just the right height.
He didn't normally speak with Miles during a suspension except to check in; Miles found subspace beautifully in bondage, and he didn't want to interrupt unnecessarily. Tonight, though, was quickly becoming an exception to many rules. "We're going to put on a show," he murmured next to Miles's ear. "I want those beautiful men to see exactly what we can do."
Then he untied the line that held Miles's outstretched leg aloft, adjusting the angle of his hips. Looping the line through the large carabiner that his upper body was tied to, Darren brought it back down to secure his ankle to his thigh. Then, with his body weight supported, he pulled his other ankle up off the ottoman and behind him, securing it near the carabiner.
With a single point of rope attached to the rig, it set Miles swinging in the air, beautiful and dramatic. Murmurs of appreciation rose up throughout the room. But Darren's full attention was on the sub in the suit as he returned, gazing hungrily on their performance as he climbed up over his master's lap.
"Look at him," Darren turned his husband on the rig to face the couple, leaning down to nuzzle his ear. "That sweet, innocent little thing, so eager to please his master."
"God yes," Miles breathed. His bound hands curled into fists, straining to watch them.
To his astonished delight, Cheekbones undid a hidden zipper in the back of his sub's suit pants, revealing a hint of the man's bare ass and the telltale gleam of a butt plug.
Unmistakably, he heard the dom growl, "If I don't get inside of you right now, I might just come so hard that my jizz will land on that gorgeous freckled back of his."
Darren bit back a groan. Something deep inside him flared in response to the couple's show, far deeper and more primal than just desire.
Yes. Them. Ours.
