Justin was still trying to work through the relationship dynamics Glen had just explained to him about Keith and Scott and their absent third, Scott’s wife, Noel. Scott and Noel had been married before Scott met Keith—who was gay—and now both Scott and Noel were Keith’s slaves and poly with him as sexual partners.
“It is that confusing,” Glen assured him. “But what’s good is, Scott and Noel didn’t have to get divorced, they all get what they need, and they’re happy. That’s the important thing.”
Keith took off his shirt while Scott stripped completely naked. Justin felt his cock throb when he saw Scott’s nipples were pierced, as was the end of his cock.
That was something—the nipple piercings, not the PA piercing—he’d thought about getting more than a few times.
Not something he’d dare to do in South Dakota, though. Small towns and a lot of talk. The last thing he’d needed was word getting back to one of his cousins and then catching flack for it.
Then again, maybe it would be for the best, considering what he’d overheard a couple of weekends earlier.
With Glen narrating the action and Wade apparently content to sit back and observe, Justin watched the two men begin to scene. Keith tightly bound the man to the bench with rope before he started in with a bare-handed spanking and pummeling along the man’s ass and thighs.
Had Justin been witnessing this alone, without an experienced guide to narrate and explain, watching the scene would have scared and sickened him despite the porn he’d viewed. Seeing it in real-life was a totally different matter.
Glen, however, took care to point things out to him that he wouldn’t have noticed on his own.
“Notice how Keith keeps checking his hands and feet? That’s to make sure his circulation’s okay. And when he’s leaning in like that, he’s checking in to make sure Scott’s okay.”
Wade nudged his arm and pointed across the room to where a man had a naked woman cuffed to a wooden X-frame. He was using what looked like a fur flogger on her.
Glen let out a laugh. “It’s all relative. People can scene on the light end of the scale, like those two, or they can play hard and rough, like Keith and Scott. What’s hard and rough to one person might be fluffy-bunny to someone else. Scott likes it rough because he’s a masochist. Keith is a heavy sadist. So it works. Trust me, nothing happens that hadn’t been negotiated ahead of time, no matter what it might look like. Scott has a very high-stress job, with lives literally on the line and depending on him. He uses this to help him unplug and recharge.”
Keith’s scene with Scott was sensual and raw and hard and brutally beautiful all at the same time. The Dom used the music as a tool, sometimes picking up the beat, sometimes deliberately not, to throw Scott off and keep him guessing when a hit was coming. Keith either ignored the noises coming from other players sharing the space with them, or he’d totally tuned them out, immersed in a world of his own with Scott.
Other than briefly glancing at the other scene, Justin couldn’t pull his eyes from Keith and Scott. When Keith finally ended the scene almost forty-five minutes later, Scott’s ass and thighs were heavily striped with purple welts from a couple of different kinds of canes, in addition to all the other marks on his body from the impact play and various implements.
As a doctor, even though not a physician, Justin tried to stay objective. He noticed how, after Glen pointed it out, that Keith didn’t hit Scott over his kidneys, avoided his spine and other bony points with most implements, and frequently checked the man’s hands and feet to make sure he was okay.
But only a blind idiot would miss the sizable bulge the Dom now sported in his black jeans, and how he frequently had to adjust that bulge while they played.
After untying Scott, Keith wrapped him in a blanket and led him over to another empty couch. Then he packed up their stuff and wiped down the bench before joining Scott.
“Aftercare,” Glen explained. “Everyone’s different. Some people need a lot, some don’t want any.”
Keith hadn’t put his shirt back on yet, and as Justin watched, the man who’d just brutalized his slave moments earlier now tenderly cuddled him, leaned in to softly talk to him, held his hand.
Kissed his forehead.
Justin swallowed hard, his cock throbbing.
At that moment, he wished he was the one in Keith’s lap, being cuddled by the handsome Dom with the leanly muscled torso.
Loved by him, as he obviously loved his slave.
Wade touched his shoulder. “Well?”
The man smiled and nodded.
“Common reaction,” Glen said.
Glen and Wade led him back to the social area. Rachel smiled up at him. “You look like you just got an education.”
Wade hooked a thumb over his shoulder, at the doorway. “Keith and…Scott.” Justin thought he detected a slight hesitation in the man’s voice. He’d noticed it a couple of other times.
Andrew leaned back in his chair and smiled. “Just threw him into the deep end of the pool, huh? Might as well have had him watch Landry topping Cris.”
“Well, better he sees the heavier end of it now so he doesn’t freak out later.” Glen took a seat across the table from Andrew and Rachel, as did Wade, and Justin sat between them. “But in all seriousness, a lot of people don’t play a fraction as hard as Keith and Scott do. I don’t recommend a newbie jump into a scene like that their first time out. Definitely a great way to get scared away for life.”
“How do you guys play?” Justin asked Glen.
“Lalalalala,” Rachel said, quickly rising. “I think I’ll see who’s out in the office.” She threw her brother a smile. “I’ll be back in a while.” She headed for the door.
Andrew laughed. “Don’t worry. Doesn’t bother me to talk about it. Although I think I have to agree with her that I wouldn’t be comfortable with you actually watching us play, or watching you play, only because you’re her brother. But I’ll be happy to answer questions.”
During the whip demo, Wade had to shift his throbbing cock around in his shorts. He loved watching Glen wield a whip. The guy was a natural with it, looking like it was a fluidly smooth extension of his arm.
That was before he’d put literally hundreds of hours into learning how to throw one.
Just because Wade didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy watching Glen use one.
And Glen had held back, too, not hitting Justin hard enough to leave lasting marks. Every red stripe he currently sported should be faded by the next evening at the latest. Glen hadn’t even raised any welts on Justin’s flesh.
Justin reached behind him and ran his hands over his back and ass.
“H-hallway bathroom,” Wade helpfully suggested.
Justin grinned and bolted to go look.
Glen coiled the whip, a smug smile on his face. He stepped over to Wade and kissed him. “You up for some handsies tonight, maybe?”
“Maybe. If h-he is.”
Five minutes later, they were all in the pool, naked. The temperature was perfect, balmy, close to ninety degrees from a day with the sun pounding down on the water. Wade’s interior temp was on the rise, too. The view was damned sexy. Yeah, Justin had a nice body, tight ass, built slender but not all knees and elbows and bony. The right amount of lean muscle with just a little softness to him from several years of college laying between now and his high school cross-country days.
Justin stared up at the night sky through the screened pool cage. “This is really nice out here. It’s almost like being out in the middle of nowhere.”
“That’s why we planted the way we did,” Glen said. “After we put up the privacy fence. It’s had time to fill in nicely. Helps buffer some sounds as well. And since we have a heater, we can warm the pool up, even in the winter, and enjoy it all year. Or use the hot tub, if we want.”
“Can’t do that in South Dakota,” Justin said. “If you have an outdoor pool, it becomes a skating rink.” He swam up to Wade and Glen, who were lounging on the pool’s stairs in the shallow end. “This is really great. Thank you.”
Glen offered him the winning smile that never failed to twist Wade’s heart in the good way. “You’re more than welcome. Feel free to come over anytime.”
“I don’t want to impose.”
“It’s not an imposition.” Glen slid sideways, making room for Justin between them on the stairs. “Before you’re moved down here, we can play around, and even scene with you, if you want, but full-on sex is off the table.”
Wade didn’t miss that Justin immediately moved into the space between them. Wade draped his arm around the man’s shoulders and spread his legs a little so their thighs were touching.
Justin spread his, too, and looked up into Wade’s face.
“Play around…how?” Justin asked, his voice soft.
Glen turned slightly toward Justin. “You tell us,” he said, his voice low and deep.
“I…” Justin licked his lips, and Wade wanted to lean in and kiss him but somehow forced himself to behave. “I suck at negotiations. What’re my options?”
“You don’t suck at negotiations,” Glen said. “See? That was a smart question. A couple of things are off the table unless or until you move down here, and you get your blood tests. We can show you ours, too, by the way. No fucking, and no unwrapped oral.”
“Okay,” Justin said, licking his lips again. “So what’s on the table?”
Glen’s gaze darted up to Wade’s. Wade nodded.
“Toys,” Glen said. “Orgasm play. That can include hand jobs, or even wrapped oral.”
Justin’s voice dropped nearly to a whisper. “Sounds good to me.”
“Oooh,” Wade breathed. “Yeah.”
* * * *
Justin was a second from begging them to do…whatever it was they wanted to do to him. He didn’t care at that point.
Feeling their thighs along his was about to drive him insane with need, his cock screaming for the touch of a hand besides his own.
He grabbed one of each of their hands and placed them on his thighs, hoping they’d take the hint.
This was literally the first time he’d ever had the freedom to explore without worrying about getting caught or who might see or suspect.
There were no worries like that now.
The only worry he had was that he’d disappoint the two men.
“Even after you’re down here full-time,” Glen said, “if we do get to fuck-buddies status, remember that you’re free to pursue a relationship. And if the guy’s right for you, we’ll be happy for you, too. But once you do that, and take it physical, that ends the sexytime with us, even if we still play together. We don’t want to be assholes. That means you need to understand this is only as permanent as is practical for you. We won’t lead you on and let you think this is forever, when you need to find your own forever eventually. Understand?”
Wade’s voice rasped over Justin’s body. “Hot t-tub.”
As one, the two men stood, each grabbing one of Justin’s hands and helping him up and out of the pool. Quickly pulling back the cover, they found the hot tub was the perfect temp. Sliding down into the steamy water, it was Wade who leaned in and kissed Justin first, feathering his lips over Justin’s while Glen nibbled at the back of Justin’s neck. Glen’s left hand skimmed down Justin’s left arm, fingers curling around his and then placing them around a hard, hot cock.
“Yeah, baby,” Glen whispered in his ear. “Just hold it for right now. No pressure.” Glen’s right hand found Justin’s and then wrapped his fingers around Wade’s cock, who responded with a soft moan into Justin’s mouth.
“Let me kiss him,” Glen murmured.
Wade lifted his mouth, breaking their kiss. Glen immediately captured Justin’s lips with his own.
So different, and still so damn good. Wade started nibbling along Justin’s shoulder, his fingers closing around Justin’s cock and making him moan into Glen’s mouth.
“Yeah,” Wade whispered.
Glen reached around Justin, his hand delving lower, cupping Justin’s sac and one finger teasing along his taint. He leaned back, pulling Justin with him, stretched out along Glen’s torso.
Lifting his lips from Justin’s, Glen whispered, “You still a virgin back there, baby?”
“Yeah. Just my…” His face heated. “Just played with myself in the shower a few times with my fingers.”
“You play with us, we got a lot of toys we can use there instead of our cocks, baby. Not quite as good as the real thing, but they sure can last a lot longer in there.” The tip of Glen’s finger teased Justin’s tight, puckered rim.
“Please,” Justin gasped, hoping they understood.
“I…like the way you b-beg,” Wade said, his lips still doing delicious things to Justin’s shoulder and the side of his neck.
“Lot of sexy play we can’t do at the club,” Glen said. “Against their rules. But if you want, we can go play at the club and come back here after for the big finish.”
“Did you…beat off…Sssaturday…when y-you got h-home?”
“Yeah,” Justin admitted. “And Friday night and Saturday morning.”
“Ah, youth,” Glen teased. “Want me to go get a little somethin-somethin for you right now? Beginner level?”
“Yes, sir. Please.”
Glen kissed him again, hard, possessively. “Good boy,” he said. “Let go of Daddy’s cock and I’ll be right back.”
Justin did, and like a flash, Glen was out of the hot tub.
Leaving him there with Wade.
Wade turned his full attention to Justin, kissing down the front of his throat, to his pecs, licking first one nipple, then the other, back and forth.
It was a good thing Wade wasn’t actively stroking Justin’s cock, because he knew he’d explode from the slightest friction like that.
“Like that?” Wade asked.
Oooh, it felt more than right to call them both that. He wished he could wrap his mouth around their cocks and swallow a load from both of them tonight despite knowing that wouldn’t happen.
Glen returned with a couple of things and set them on the edge of the hot tub before rejoining them in the water. “Turn around. On your knees, that gorgeous ass of yours up in the air.”
Wade let go of Justin’s cock, and Justin was forced to release Wade’s as he assumed the position, Wade to his right and Glen on his left.
“Spread ‘em wider than that.”
He heard a glove snap, then the feel of a finger against his rim, and cool lube.
Wade’s hand returned, too, this time cradling his balls, gently stroking them.
Glen’s breath brushed warm into Justin’s left ear. “Just my finger, baby.” Justin moaned as the tip lightly pressed for entrance. “Gonna lube you up, then let you have a little fun with this little goodie.” Glen held up a small butt plug, which he’d also wrapped in a condom. “Start you slow and give you a taste. Get you hooked on us and wanting more.”
“Talk you into m-moving,” Wade added.
“This could be you every weekend,” Glen continued. “Just think, two cocks to service, two cocks to fuck that sweet ass.” His finger massaged his rim, more insistently now, pressing more firmly but not quite yet breaching. “Two mouths to suck your cock.”
Justin’s eyes fell closed, his head drooping as he struggled not to come just from the fucking sexy things Glen was saying, much less from his finger.
“Can’t wait for the first time I get to slide my cock inside you,” Glen continued. “Gonna have you on your back in this sling we got, keep you hogtied, spread, able to watch your face while I take that sweet ass.”
“Make…you come,” Wade said.
“Not many things hotter than the feel of a guy’s ass squeezing my cock while he’s busting a nut.”
Another hot image right out of his own imagination.
Finally, Glen slipped the tip of his finger into Justin’s ass. Glen nipped Justin’s ear. “Tell Daddy what you want.”
“Fuck my ass, please, sir!”
His low chuckle rumbled through Justin’s body. “Oh, you stick with us, we’ll be fucking you anytime, anywhere we want. Show you how good it can be. Get you trained to get hard any time you bend over, we’ll fuck you so well and often.”
Justin thought his eyes were going to roll back in his head. Glen’s finger slowly started fucking him, going deeper each time, slowly sliding in and out of his ass.
“One box…checked,” Wade said.
“Yeah,” Glen said. “Give me a minute to make sure you’re nice and lubed and I’ll slide this guy up in there. Not very big, just to give you a taste.” Another nip, this time the back of Justin’s shoulder. “Fair warning, I’d love to work up to fisting you, baby. You stay with us long enough, that’s gonna be on your dance card.”
Justin had to bite his lower lip to keep from coming.
Another fantasy so tantalizingly close to being made a reality.
“Yes, sir,” he whispered.