CHAPTER SIX
Gray pulled into their driveway about an hour later. Mason and Jack jumped from the car before he’d even put it in Park. It was all he could do not to run to the door like they were.
When he stepped into the house, they were both in the kitchen. Jack was trying to make room in the freezer for the top tier of their cake.
Gray didn’t have the patience for him to finish. “That can wait. Both of you strip and kneel on the mat in the playroom.”
Mason’s eyes widened, but Jack grinned as he set the cake on the counter.
“Now!”
“Yes, sir,” they chorused.
The ceremony had touched him more deeply than he’d expected, and he’d not regretted the presence of their friends once. But now was the time for just the three of them. They needed this, needed to remember what they meant to each other in this private way. The games they played were about fun and pleasure, but they were also about showing how much they cared, how deeply they trusted, and how they wanted to please each other.
Gray drank some water and then changed into a pair of comfortable jeans and a T-shirt. He wanted Jack and Mason naked while he was dressed, but he was done with wearing a suit.
They were waiting, as ordered, when he entered the playroom. Without saying a word, he opened the cabinet and pulled out the matching plugs. He laid them on the table and then picked up one of the remotes, clicked it, and the matching plug buzzed to life.
Both men stared, openmouthed.
“We’re going to have lots of fun with these.”
“Yes, sir,” they both answered.
He handed each of them a bottle of lube. “Get your asses ready to take these. Once they’re in, I’m going to tie you both up and then see how well you tolerate the various settings.
By the time Gray handed each of them a plug to insert and a cock ring to put on, Gray was so hard, he wondered if he should fuck them before they put the plugs in.
No. He’d been planning this for a week. He was just going to have to summon his best self-control.
He used one of the lengths of black rope and tied Mason’s hands behind his back, then secured his ankles with another rope. Finally, he wrapped a longer piece around his torso, binding his upper arms to his sides. Then he looped the rope through the one tying Mason’s wrists.
“Sit back on your heels.”
Mason did as instructed, and Gray secured the rope to the one around his ankles. The rope would press against the base of the plug as he moved, especially when Gray ordered him to bend forward. Perfect.
He stood and moved back, observing his work. “Open your knees.”
Mason did, and Gray noticed Jack watching, lips parted.
“Gorgeous.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Gray turned to Jack. “Now it’s your turn.”
He bound Jack the same way and then took his time, looking each one of them over carefully, licking his lips, palming his cock, and making quite a display of how much he enjoyed the sight. Jack’s and Mason’s cocks were both jutting out from their bodies, the tips damp with precome.
Gray picked up the remotes, and they both tensed. He moved them behind his back so they wouldn’t be able to tell when he was about to turn the vibration on or whether one or both of them was about to get stimulated.
He waited until they relaxed, and then clicked both vibrators on.
Both men gasped. Mason writhed, but Jack tried to hold himself still. Gray increased the strength of the vibration, and Jack started to rock his hips.
Gray hit the Off buttons, and they both exhaled sharply.
“From now on, you are both to remain still. Any movement will earn you a punishment.”
They both looked uneasy.
“Do you remember your safe words?”
“Yes, sir,” they answered.
“Good. I want to see your obedience. Boys who obey get rewarded.”
“Yes, sir,” Jack said.
After a brief delay, Mason also responded, “Yes, sir.”
Gray turned on Mason’s plug to the lowest setting. His guess was that the tickling, barely there vibrations were harder to take than the deeper, thuddy ones.
Mason tensed. His thigh muscles strained. A whimper escaped him, and Gray shot him a cold look.
“Sorry, sir.”
“No movements and no sounds.”
Jack was already drawing in ragged breaths, just from watching Mason. Gray hit Jack’s switch, turning it up to high.
“Fuck!” Jack shouted.
“That’s two extra strokes for speaking.”
Jack pressed his lips together. His whole body quivered, but the movement appeared involuntary so Gray let it go.
He glanced at Mason, who was fighting hard to stay still. Gray could see the agony on his face, and it was beautiful.
He turned both plugs off. It was time to make the game more interesting.
“Mason, you’re going to bend forward and suck Jack’s cock. You may move, but your focus must be on driving Jack mad. If I think you’ve gotten distracted, you will suffer for that. Am I clear?”
Mason nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Jack, you will remain still while Mason sucks you.”
“Sir, I—”
“Do you need to use your safe word?”
Jack shook his head. “No, sir.”
“Do you need a gag to help you stay quiet?”
“No, sir.”
“Then do not interrupt me. When I ask Mason to stop, you will return the favor. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Mason.” He gestured toward Jack.
Mason wiggled awkwardly until he was properly positioned. Then he bent, sucking in his breath when the rope connecting his wrists and ankles pressed on the plug. Gray turned on the vibrator to the lowest setting.
Mason squeezed his eyes shut and worked his hips.
“That’s two extra strokes for distraction.”
“S-sorry, sir.”
“Do as you were told.”
He licked the precome on Jack’s cock before taking him deep. Jack made a strangled sound when Gray turned on the harsh thudding vibrations. Gray glared at him before dropping his gaze back to Mason. God, he was hot like that, bent over Jack, struggling to make the position work, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked hard.
Gray pressed the heel of his hand to his cock. He wanted to pull it out and stroke himself. He wanted Mason’s mouth on him, but there would be time for that later. This was too good to miss.
Jack held himself rigid. Gray could see his tension in his tight jaw, the corded muscles at his neck, the lack of movement in his chest as he held his breath.
“Breathe, Jack.”
He exhaled and then gulped in air.
“Good boy. I’m proud of how well you’re doing.”
Jack smiled and then closed his eyes. He was fighting hard as Mason slid all the way to the root and then pulled back slowly. Goddamn, he was talented.
“That’s enough, Mason.”
He gave Jack a final swipe of his tongue and then sat back. Gray turned off his plug, but then wickedly changed Jack’s to the lowest setting, just enough to make him want to squirm for more.
Jack’s eyes remained closed. His lips were parted as he drew in shallow breaths. He made no move toward Mason. Gray had deliberately given him that instruction before Mason sucked him. He had a feeling Jack wouldn’t remember. Jack had asked for a good, hard punishment, so Gray wanted to give him plenty of chances to gain extra torments.
“I told you to suck Mason’s cock when he finished with you.”
Jack’s eyes flew open. “Yes, sir.”
“You disobeyed me.”
“I… Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”
“Rather than add strokes to your tally, I’m going to deliver a punishment right now.”
“Yes, sir.” Jack watched him wide-eyed.
Mason’s harsh breathing was the only sound in the room as Gray picked up two of the clamps he’d gathered just in case and approached Jack. Without a word, he pinched one of Jack’s nipples, tugging and pulling.
Jack pressed his lips together and breathed sharply through his nose.
Gray set the clamp in place, and Jack cried out.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“That’s two more extra strokes later for making noise.”
Jack shuddered, but he didn’t make another sound.
Gray placed the other clamp. Jack writhed as if he were trying to escape them, but he didn’t speak.
Gray tapped the clamps lightly, making them bounce, and Jack sucked in his breath. “Now behave, boy, or I have other punishments for you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Suck Mason’s cock. Same rules.”
Jack struggled to get in the right position. Gray could tell that Mason wanted to help him, but his bonds prevented it. Finally, Jack bent over Mason’s cock. Gray saw the moment when he realized the rope was going to rub against the plug with every movement he made.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Jack glanced up. Gray was certain he wanted to say “fuck you” rather than the clipped “yes, sir” he responded with.
Gray tortured them both with various levels of vibration as Jack sucked Mason’s cock. Each of them earned more strokes for their tally before he ordered Jack to sit back.
Both men were sweaty and breathing raggedly. Gray opened a bottle of water and held it so they could take a few sips. Then he undid the longer ropes that circled their chests and connected their other bonds.
“Bend over, head to the floor, ass up. I’m going to paddle you now. I want to hear your reactions, every whimper, every cry, but I expect you to hold still to receive the blows. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” they answered.
“When I’m satisfied you’ve had enough, I’ll give the extra strokes you earned with the crop. Keep your hands out of the way.”
Gray rubbed his cock as he took in the sight of them, wrists and ankles bound, asses in the air. They were so fucking beautiful.
“You’re both such good boys. If you take this well, you’ll both get fucked.” He caressed Jack’s ass and then Mason’s.
“We will, sir,” Mason said.
“I want your asses nice and red.”
“We want that too, sir,” Jack said.
Gray used the remotes to turn both vibrators on.
“Fuck!” Jack cried.
Mason’s hips twitched, and he bit his lip.
Gray brought the paddle down on his ass. “You’ve just earned two more strokes. I told you I wanted to hear everything, didn’t I?”
Mason nodded.
Gray paddled his ass again.
“I expect a more polite response.”
“Yes, sir.”
Gray gave him two more blows before switching his attention to Jack.
“Shit! That hurts,” Jack shouted.
“Goddamn right it hurts, and you love it.”
“Yes, sir. Please!” Jack begged.
Gray alternated between them, sometimes after just one blow each, sometimes spending more time on one before smacking the other. By the time he stopped, both their asses were bright red, and he’d reduced them to whimpering, squirming, and begging.
“Thank me,” he demanded.
“Thank you, sir,” Mason said.
Jack seemed too far gone to have heard him. He spanked him with an open hand.
“I told you to thank me.”
“Th-thank you.”
He spanked Jack again.
“Sir.”
“That’s an extra for you.”
Jack didn’t answer.
“Jack, are you all right?”
Jack opened his eyes. They looked glazed. He looked at Mason and smiled. “Burns,” he said.
“Your ass burns?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you need to use your safe word?”
“No, sir.”
Satisfied Jack was all right, just enjoying subspace, Gray put the paddle down and picked up the crop.
“Mason, you earned eight strokes. I’m going to give you those now. Fast and hard. Do not move.”
Mason drew in a shaky breath. “Sir?”
“Yes?”
“Would you put me on the bench? I don’t think I can stay still like this. I’m sorry, sir.”
“You’ll get two extra for inconveniencing me,” Gray said as he untied Mason’s wrists and ankles. He moved slowly, giving Mason time to use his safe word if he thought that was too much.
When Mason was untied, Gray massaged his wrists and ankles, then helped him up. He moved to the bench on wobbly legs.
“Jack, sit up and watch this,” Gray ordered.
Jack nearly fell over when he tried, but he managed to obey.
Gray snapped the wrist and ankle cuffs shut, securing Mason.
“Ten blows. Hard and fast. Can you take them?”
“Yes, sir.”
Mason sounded confident.
Gray brought the crop down, and Mason cried out. Gray didn’t stop until he’d cropped each of Mason’s cheeks five times.
Tears were running down Mason’s face at the end.
Gray stroked his head. “You did so good. You’re so beautiful with your ass like that.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Gray kissed him and then stood.
“I’d like you to stay there while I finish with Jack. Are you comfortable enough?”
Mason nodded. Gray didn’t make him speak. He took hold of Mason’s plug and pulled it out, making Mason suck in his breath.
“Your ass feels empty, doesn’t it?”
Mason nodded frantically.
“Jack’s cock is going to fill it once I’ve thoroughly used him.”
“Please,” Mason begged.
“Be good and wait.”
“Yes, sir.”
Gray untied Jack. “Stand up. Bend forward and brace your hands on the wall.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You get twelve strokes. Can you take them?”
“Y… Yes, sir.”
“Be sure.”
“I can, sir.”
“Good.”
Jack positioned himself, and Gray snapped the crop. Once. Twice. Jack cried out. Then Gray reached under him and removed his nipple clamps. He howled as sensation returned to his abused flesh. “Hurts. Shit. Hurts so fucking much.”
Gray brought the crop down again and again until Jack was screaming, begging him to stop.
Gray laid one last stroke on his ass. “Twelve.”
Jack gasped for air. “Fuck. Oh, fuck.”
Gray tugged on his plug. “Push out.”
Jack managed to obey. Gray tossed the plug onto the towel where he’d placed Mason’s.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Can you stay on your feet?”
“I… No, sir.”
Gray helped him get to his hands and knees on the mat.
“You can move, talk, yell, but don’t come. I made it to the car first, so I’ll be coming all over your ass. You’re going to save your load for Mason.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
Gray took hold of Jack’s hips and jerked him back as he drove into him.
“Fuck!” Jack shouted.
Gray didn’t give him time to adjust. He fucked him hard and fast until he was right on the edge. Then he pulled out and shot his load over Jack’s ass.
Mason whimpered at the sight. “So hot.”
Gray reached under Jack and undid his cock ring.
“Do you have the strength to fuck Mason now?”
“Yes, sir. Please let me fuck him, sir.”
Gray turned to Mason. “When he’s done, I’m going to make you come, but you’ll hold back until I say.”
“Yes, sir.”
Gray stayed on the mat. He’d watch from there. After coming so hard, his legs were too shaky to contemplate standing.
Jack rubbed his hands over Mason’s ass. “You look so good like this.”
Mason worked his hips against the bench. “Please, fuck me, Jack.”
“Fuck him as hard as I did you,” Gray demanded.
“Yes, sir.”
Mason cried out as Jack thrust deep, seating himself fully on the first stroke.
Jack didn’t slow down. He kept ramming himself deep into Mason as Mason writhed, whimpered, and begged for more.
“Fuck!” Jack cried. “Sir, may I come now? Please!”
Gray smiled at him, needing to draw this out just a little more. “I’m not ready for that yet. I’m enjoying the show.”
Jack bit his lower lip and gripped Mason’s hips so hard, he was surely bruising them. Gray counted to thirty slowly, giving no indication how long Jack would have to wait.
“Come now, Jack,” he ordered suddenly.
Seconds later, Jack cried out and drove his hips against Mason’s ass in sharp jabs. When he was spent, Jack pulled out and looked at Gray.
“Sit down and watch us.”
Jack sat right where he was.
Gray uncuffed Mason and helped him stand. “Can you stay on your feet?”
He wavered, but Gray was there to steady him. When he was convinced Mason wasn’t going to pass out, he sank to his knees.
“You have my permission to come,” he said and then took Mason’s cock down his throat. In seconds, Mason’s climax hit, and Gray swallowed it all.
He didn’t think Mason could stay on his feet much longer, so he eased Mason down to the mat.
“Both of you, lie face down. I’m going to tend to your asses.”
He got a bottle of water for each of them and the salve that helped speed healing.
After they’d both had some water, he gently spread salve on their asses.
“Mmm,” Jack said, lifting up into his touch.
“You’re really in the mood to hurt today,” Gray said.
“I am.”
Gray worked the salve in. “God, I love how heat radiates from your skin.”
“I love that too,” Mason said as Gray began attending to him.
“We’ll see how you love it when you have to sit down tomorrow.”
Mason winced as Gray rubbed the reddest part.
“You really went hard on me.”
“I thought you needed it.”
Mason rolled over enough to look at him.
“I did.”
“I did too,” said Jack.
“Knowing that you’re in control, that you will take care of me, I love that. I love what you do for us.”
Jack nodded. “Gray, we love you. We love this. We’re so thankful we have you.”
Tears shimmered in their eyes, and Gray blinked, trying to hold his in at least until he’d finished with aftercare.
He set the jar of salve aside and laid a hand on each of their backs. “You do understand how this really works, don’t you?”
Mason gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not really in control. It’s you. Both of you. You’re my life now. You have the power to break me. I can’t imagine living without you.”
They both pulled Gray down and held him tight. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Unlike at the wedding, he didn’t try to stop them.
“I love you,” Jack said, placing kisses along his hair line.
“I love you too,” Mason said. “I need you just as much. I can’t believe how much it’s meant to me finding you two.”
A few moments later, Gray pulled away. “All right. Enough of this sap fest.”
Jack snickered. “You started it.”
“So what if I did? You two need to drink some water, and there’s cake in there.” He pointed toward the kitchen.
“I thought we were freezing that for our anniversary,” Jack said.
“Who wants to eat freezer burned cake that’s been lying there for a year?”
“But it’s traditional,” Mason argued.
“Do you want to be spanked again?”
Mason’s mouth quirked up. “Is that a trick question?”
Gray scowled at him.
“What will we tell Maria? I know she’s going to ask if we followed her freezing instructions.”
Gray snorted. “I don’t give a fuck what you tell her. The truth works for me.”
“That you tied us up, tortured us, fucked us until we couldn’t move, and then devoured the cake?”
Gray glared at Jack. “I was going to share with you. Now, I’m not so sure.”
Jack rolled his eyes, and Mason grinned at both of them.
“I’m hungry,” Gray said.
Jack shook his head. “You’re impossible.”
“Now you’re really asking to be spanked again.”
“Maybe I am.”
Gray pointed toward the kitchen. “Cake first.”