Adam and Angel were in the water splashing about when we got there. We’d washed off the dried come in the changing rooms, so had no qualms dive bombing them without warning. When we came up for air, the sight of Adam’s man bun spilling out all over his face sent me into roars of laughter. Angel giggled. He swam over to Adam; climbed him like a tree and re-did his pony. I was enjoying watching them when I felt Bastien attach to my body. His chest hugged my back while his arms circled my neck and his legs my waist. He kissed the side of my neck.

Angel’s expression grew wary. “Bastien? Qu’est-ce que tu fais?” I felt Bastien tense behind me. I knew enough school French to understand that Angel had asked him what he was doing. He sounded distinctly unimpressed. Before Bastien could answer, the door to the pool house opened and G & T appeared. My breath hitched for two reasons. Firstly, because they both looked hot as fuck in tiny white trunks, and secondly because clearly, Angel was fully aware that the three of us had fooled around last night. I shot him a look and shook my head in warning. If Angel had questions, he could ask them of me in private. I didn’t need Bastien filled with doubts just when I felt we’d made progress. Call me selfish, but I wanted to be the one to explain to Bastien what happened, and make him understand it was purely sex. What I felt for him, already went beyond that.

“Bonjour, mes amies.” Bastien sounded pleased to see them and I had forgotten that he already knew them.

“Bas, mate. How’s it going?” G greeted him with no trace of surprise or judgement that he was wrapped around me. T repeated his brother’s greeting. I knew I liked these guys, the pair of them were something special. They jumped in the pool and joined us. Bastien swam off in their direction and I watched as the three of them splashed about playing happily.

Angel sidled up to me with Adam in his wake.

“Something to say?” I asked him wryly.

“I, of all people, try not to judge or make assumptions about a person…but Bastien is my friend. I am only looking out for him…”

I looked at Angel. He really was a beautiful young man. I was aware of a change in his demeanour and from the corner of my eye spotted Remi watching us from the far side of the pool. He stood with his beefy arms crossed over his chest creating an ominous presence. He wasn’t threatening as such, but his warning was clear; don’t upset my boy.

“Not that it is any of your business, but G & T happily provided me with a badly needed distraction. You know they could never be serious about a third, and that is not what I’m looking for.” I sighed, hating having to explain myself.

“It was my understanding that you do not do relationships, monsieur,” Angel commented. I realised he was genuinely concerned for Bastien’s well-being. I admired him for that. I was pleased Bastien had friends looking out for him, and if I’m honest, I’d be bloody wary of me, too. I was far from great boyfriend material, especially with the money laundering threat hanging above my head right now.

Bastien turned his head my way and threw me a megawatt smile just before T dunked him for the hundredth time. My chest grew tight at the thought of losing him before we’d ever really got started. I was so fucked.

“I appreciate your concern, Angel, and I am glad Bastien has such a good friend to protect him. But I assure you, I am aware of his sensitive nature and how broken he thinks he is, and I won’t do anything to hurt him, I promise.” I could feel the weight of Angel’s eyes on me. I stared back. “I said, I promise.” I didn’t welcome his mistrust. I waded to the side of the pool where I pulled myself up onto the edge. I turned my gaze towards Bastien and the Twins and watched them while I tried to calm down. I knew my reputation for being a bit of a playboy preceded me, and I supposed that a night spent with G & T didn’t do anything to instil Angel with a sense of confidence. How could I explain that Bastien was already turning me into a better man? Sighing, I guessed actions would have to speak louder than words and that it would take a little while to prove myself.

Later that night, Jason had arranged a big barbeque for us all. Cook had brought in a team of helpers so that none of the guests had to worry about anything other than having a great time. It was thoughtful, except for the fact I could do nothing but fret over my current situation and that of my budding romance with Bastien.

“Tal.” Izzy approached me. I was sitting alone on the periphery of the group, aiming not to infect them with my despair. I looked up at my friend and smiled tightly at him. His heavy hands landed on my shoulders and he began to knead at the tension there. I couldn’t help groaning; Izzy’s touch was the ultimate. “Don’t look so glum, we’ll get to the bottom of this.”

“It’s fucking Doron Sagall, Iz, not a two-bit shyster from East London.”

“Guaranteed he takes a shit, just like the rest of us.”

“Droll, but not helping.” I leaned my head back against his abs and closed my eyes. His hands were magic.

“Also, I’m a little insulted that you think me incapable of going up against the big boys.”

I grunted. “There’s big boys and there’s Sagall. He’s in a league of his own. I’m scared there might be repercussions for anyone involved.”

“Don’t worry about me, Tal. I can handle myself.” Izzy dug his thumbs into the knots of stress in my shoulders and I yelped. “You’re really tense.”

“Thank you, Mr Obvious.”

Izzy paused. “I know a good way to relieve tension.”

I shuddered at the way his voice lowered and took on a commanding tone. I squirmed as my dick plumped in my shorts. “No, thank you.”

“It’s not sex, Tal, if that’s what you were wondering.”

“I know what you’re inferring, and it most definitely is sex.” Izzy was a BDSM expert. He had taken to using some of his skills as a kind of therapy to help those who wouldn’t benefit from normal counselling. I think I had heard that Remi, Jason and Angel had taken him up on his offer to help Remi with some anger issues. “Why don’t you run it past Bastien and see if he minds me taking you away for an hour or so. He’ll thank me for it later.” I considered Izzy’s suggestion. It was tempting to have my friend take me out of my head for a while. I trusted Izzy, and I knew Adam would probably be there to help. Izzy moved his hands from my shoulders to my head, and I was a goner. Having my scalp and neck rubbed was too divine.

“Ok, give me a minute,” I croaked. Izzy backed away. I scouted the crowd for Bastien and was mildly taken aback to find him watching me from afar. I cocked my head and he made his way over. Seeing him move elegantly towards me stirred unfamiliar feelings deep within.

“Tal?” He stopped in front of me. “Es-vous bien?”

“I am fine.” He narrowed his eyes at me. The boy was astute; I’d have to remember that for the future. “Ok, no, I’m worried to the point I can barely think straight.”

“Et, Monsieur Woolf? Il peut v’aider? He can help you?” Bastien’s eyes sought out Izzy in the crowd.

“He has a particular way of de-stressing people, yes.”

“I am aware of his skills,” Bastien stated.

“It’s not sex,” I blurted.

“It is not,” Bastien agreed. He seemed to be mulling over what I found difficult to put into words. “You should let him help.”

“Really?” I was shocked.

“Oui. For sure.” Bastien nodded.

“You won’t mind?” I took his hands in mine. He moved to sit on my lap.

“That you have even asked me means so much. That you would consider my feelings is something very special to me. So, oui, yes, please let Izzy help you.”

I sat back so I could study Bastien’s expression. I wanted to be sure he wasn’t lying. His face was set in a small smile that seemed utterly genuine. He leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “I want to watch.” My eyes fluttered closed and I inhaled deeply. The last thing I could have imagined was Bastien wanting to witness me at the hands of another man, but he was evidently turned on at the suggestion. I had to confess, so was I. Bastien narrowed his eyes again and I braced myself for his next comment. “Would you do it as a scene?”

“Oh my God, seriously?” My cheeks heated. It wasn’t something I had ever done before, nor had I ever contemplated it. Bastien picked up my hand and laid it against his groin. He was hard. There was no doubt he could feel my own arousal digging into his arse. I searched for Izzy. He was saying something to Adam, who nodded excitedly before turning to look at me. The big man strode over. “Hey,” I greeted him and swallowed.

“Hey yourself.” Adam smiled at me. He really was a gorgeous man. “Izzy said you might have questions? How about we grab a scotch and have a chat.” Angel appeared. He slipped his hand in Bastien’s, and led him away. Had Izzy told everyone already? “I know what you’re thinking…” Adam told me. “But these boys are extremely intuitive. They have had to be for their very survival.” I nodded. “Come.” Adam led me by the elbow away from the barbeque and up to the patio where I had been sitting with Bastien earlier in the day. He disappeared into the conservatory and returned with two crystal tumblers, half full of amber liquid. “Jason’s dad does love a single malt,” he remarked as we both took a sip. It was indeed exceptional. We sat.

“So, has Izzy sent you to prep me for my spanking?” My go to tone to hide my nerves was sarcasm. Adam didn’t look impressed.

“Have you ever been spanked?” he asked with a wry grin on his face. I hastily shook my head not willing to admit to my recent submission to the Twins. “I thought not. Don’t knock it, but that’s not what Izzy has in mind for you.” Adam took another sip of his whiskey. “Have you ever been fisted?”

I spat out my whiskey all over the pavement, spraying the patio. Adam roared with laughter and I realised with relief, that he had been joking. He patted me on the thigh. “Fuck!” I exclaimed.

“Not exactly,” he replied. “You know, Tal, de-stressing is not really about the physical act, but rather getting you into the right headspace so you can relax. Some call it subspace, but as you’re not a sub, I’m not sure that’s an appropriate term, although the experience is similar.”

“So, would Izzy hurt me?” I wasn’t much in to pain.

“Hmm, I’m thinking more of rope play.” Adam tapped his chin and pulled on his beard. I was shocked to see a wistful expression on his face. “It’s amazing if you let yourself relax into it.” I thought about it for a few moments as I drank my scotch. When the glass was empty I held it out to Adam for a refill, but he shook his head. “You can’t be drunk for a scene.” I nodded. I was already slightly tingly. “I’m going to have a word with Sanjay about using one of the rooms. I assume you’re ok with an audience…not that you’ll notice for too long.” I nodded. I wasn’t an exhibitionist but nor was I at all shy.

I stood outside of the Greenall Manor ballroom trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. I had agreed to be tied up by Isadore Woolf in front of all the other guests. Izzy had ordered me to strip. I tried to ask him what else was involved in the scene, but he’d merely smiled at me and told me not to worry; to trust him and to simply enjoy the experience. The door opened and Adam greeted me. He held out his hand and led me onto a makeshift platform in the middle of the room that acted as a stage. He urged me to sit on one of the two dining room chairs that had been placed there.

I looked into the silent audience. I found the pair of amber eyes I had been looking for and my pulse rate calmed. Bastien smiled proudly at me and I beamed. Izzy appeared.

“Fucking hell.”

His sturdy legs were encased in leather. He wore a harness over his bare chest and two matching black leather cuffs on his wrists. In his hands, he held a length of rope that he dropped by my feet. I jumped slightly as I heard it hit the floor. He stood before me and placed his hands on my shoulders, capturing my full attention.

“Are you ready?” I nodded. “Red means stop. Say red.”

“Red,” I rasped.

“And what does it mean?” He lightly squeezed my shoulders.

“Stop,” I replied.

“Excellent, Tally.”

Despite hating him for using my childhood nickname, my chest swelled at his praise. I rolled my eyes at succumbing to the Woolf effect already. He tutted having caught my eye roll. I apologised.

“I’m going to tie you up.” He indicated to the rope. “If at any time you want the scene to stop, all you have to say is red. I’ll ignore anything other than that word, understand?” I nodded and swallowed. Izzy turned to Adam and cocked his chin. Adam passed me a bottle of water. “Take a drink.” I unscrewed the cap and took a long pull of the cooling liquid. I passed the bottle back to Adam, who blew me a kiss.

“Place your feet flat on the floor and rest your hands on your thighs.” Izzy kicked my feet apart until he was satisfied. “Normally, I would hoist you off the floor for this, but as we are not at my club, I have adapted my technique. Tonight, the only pieces of equipment I need are the chairs and these ropes.”

Izzy set to work. He used a firm hand to create a network of roped restricts from my toes to my shoulders until I was bound and helpless. I couldn’t tell how many separate lengths of rope he had used, but there was one across my chest just above my pecs and another one that went around my chest right underneath. The effect was to make my tits protrude, which made my nipples stand to attention. On purpose or by accident, Izzy frequently brushed them with his arms while he worked. The coarse hair that covered his forearms teased my nipples to hard peaks and I could feel my cock hardening.

“Hmmm.” Izzy smirked. I ignored him and closed my eyes. “Nope.” He barked and they snapped open. “Not while I’m tying you. There will be plenty of time for you to drift off once I’ve finished.” He flicked the barbells piercing my nipples, and I swear I felt it in my cock. The effect was electric. I breathed heavily trying to maintain some semblance of control.

Next, the man who would be Dom, wound a thick length of rope around my waist so that I was securely tethered. My arms were encased in the same ropes, so that I couldn’t move my upper body. Izzy moved behind me and bound my wrists to the back of the chair, immobilising me completely.

Following that, he worked on my legs. He wove ropes around my ankles securing them to the chair posts. Then he tied the rope above and below my knees also connecting them to the back of the chair. It caused my legs to spread wide, fully exposing me to the audience. My cock throbbed and I heard a few gasps at the show. Izzy was concentrating hard on the task at hand. He pulled on the ropes here and there until he was satisfied I couldn’t move.

“Ok, Tal?” he asked. I grunted. So far, all he’d done was render me immobile. I didn’t know what all the fuss was about. Yes, he’d made pretty patterns with the ropes, but I was sadly underwhelmed right now. “Good, then let’s move on.”

Izzy produced a length of rope from his pocket that was thinner than the one he had just used on my body. A sense of dread filled my body. Just as I feared, Izzy bent down before me and began to stroke my straining cock. I gasped. “Stop,” I choked. He cocked his head at me as he continued to tease me. I knew he’d only stop for red, but I still made the pretence of protesting. In truth, it felt amazing to be bound and unable to shift away of my own accord.

Apparently satisfied my shaft was as hard as it was going to get, Izzy wove the rope around my balls and base of my cock tightly, followed by an intricate pattern of knots all the way to the tip where I was most tender. He had cleverly positioned the knots over the most sensitive areas so that when I moved my erogenous spots ignited.

“You said this wasn’t sex,” I gasped.

“And it isn’t. I’m not fucking you, am I?” Izzy replied, sounding way too smug for my liking.

“Bastard,” I choked out. Izzy tugged on a rope sending sparks of electricity through me.

“Look how wet you are for me.” Izzy demonstrated my leaking cock just in case anyone missed that small detail.

“Fuck. You,” I spat through gritted teeth.

“Um, I don’t think so, Tal. This isn’t sex.” Izzy shook his head at me. The arrogant bastard was enjoying himself far too much. I grunted, and because I wasn’t able to do anything else, I closed my eyes. I received a squeeze to my balls that made my eyelids fly open. I gasped for breath. “No napping,” Izzy scolded me. I saw him gesture for Adam to approach. “I want you to relax now, Boy.” Izzy’s voice was commanding and I automatically found myself yielding. He stood in front of me while Adam moved behind me. Izzy nodded at Adam who placed his massive hands on my bare shoulders.

“You ok, Tal?” Adam leaned down to whisper in my ear. His soft hair brushed my cheek.

“You smell really good, Ads,” I answered, feeling a little delirious from the sensation overload. He grinned at me and popped a kiss on my cheek. His gentleness was in direct contrast to Izzy’s terse manner, which fucked with my head. I was beginning to lose focus. The room swam as Adam tipped the chair back and I would have flailed had I been able to. I came to a stop almost in parallel to the ceiling. The feeling of being suspended was disconcerting.

Adam ran his hands through my hair and brushed his lips over mine. I felt his smile.

“Hey!” Izzy protested, but there was no real ire in his tone. I watched lazily as Adam bent to kiss his husband and Master. When Izzy was done with him, he slid gracefully to his knees and presented for him. “That’s my beautiful Boy.” Adam preened at the compliment. I was vaguely irritated. The blissful feelings had waned, leaving me a little bit impatient to get this show on the road. I was supposed to be de-stressing; instead I was sexually wound up and uncomfortable. I huffed and fidgeted as much as my restraints allowed.

“Bastien, may I borrow you please?” Izzy’s request shocked me. I twisted my head to watch as Bastien approached the stage. He had changed into loose white linen pants that did nothing to hide the fact he was commando underneath. He had a short white vest on that hugged his chest, showcasing his lean definition. I was pleased to notice he’d tied his ridiculous fringe into a little topknot, so that his incredible amber eyes weren’t hidden. He smiled at me before turning his attention to Izzy.

“Oui, Maitre.”

“I am not your Master, Bas. But I would like you to assist me if that’s ok.”

I was grateful to Izzy for not making Bastien feel like he had to obey him, but instead gave him the choice. I was also beginning to get excited about what that help would be. My cock began to plump causing the strategically placed knots to make themselves apparent. My balls felt deliciously heavy and I moaned wantonly.

Izzy ran the pad of his thumb over the wet head of my cock. I gasped. The air in the room felt thick. I was vaguely aware of Izzy talking to Bastien, giving him instructions at a volume too low for me to hear.

“Bastien is going to blindfold you, Tal. He’s also going to place some head phones on you so that your sight and hearing is restricted. You won’t have a gag as we all want to hear your sounds, and you’ll still retain the ability to safe word.”

My pulse raced at a million miles an hour. I was incredibly turned on. “I thought you said this wasn’t about sex,” I remarked.

“I lied,” Izzy replied without an ounce of remorse in his tone. “It’s always about sex.” I snorted at his admission. “But then, I think you already knew that, didn’t you, Mr Roth?”

The room went dark before I could respond. Bastien carefully covered my eyes with a length of silk. My ears were next. In the quiet of the dark, my other senses kicked in. I could smell Bastien close to my head, which was reassuring. The floor vibrated as Izzy approached and his scent mixed with Bastien’s. I held my breath not knowing what to expect, but then the feather light touch of Bastien’s fingers on my chest made me exhale. He traced patterns between the ropes until he found my nipples. I jerked as he brushed them. The sensation was incredible. Every feeling was heightened. I cried out as his tongue flicked over each sensitised peak. I tried to arch my back but of course, the ropes kept me tethered.

“Oh God, more…” I begged, but Bastien merely continued to torment me with his sinful mouth. My mind was blown; my cock was impossibly hard; I was whimpering with need, and suddenly he was gone. “What? No…” I whined like a toddler.

My nipples were taut and sore, and so not ready for the two evil clamps that bit down on them. “Fuck!” I screamed. “That fucking kills.” Someone yanked the chains pulling hard on my nipples, stealing my breath. As I opened my mouth to yell, a warm wet tongue slipped its way in and I was immediately distracted by the welcome, already familiar taste, of Bastien. While I took solace in his kiss, a gelled-up finger circled my hole causing my synapses to explode. If it weren’t for the bindings on my cock, I would have come on the spot.

In my head, I could imagine Bastien at my head and Izzy between my spread legs; them both paying me attention as the audience looked on. I was exposed for all to see. It was easily the most erotic moment of my entire life. I felt slutty and wanton, but also sexy and desirable. It was a thrill to be the focus of everyone in the room.

Izzy slipped a finger into my arse. I moaned into Bastien’s mouth and felt him smile. Another finger slid in; Izzy twisted his hand and pegged my gland. Sparks ignited in my head and I felt dizzy. The chain joining my nipples was pulled on; the barbells flicked, and somewhere along the line I realised the ropes on my cock had been removed. A wet cavern engulfed my shaft. It was too much. With a shock, I realised it must have been Adam’s mouth sucking me off. I honestly didn’t know how much more I could take. I pulled away from Bastien to take in some badly needed air.

“I need…I can’t…please. Iz...” I knew I was making no sense whatsoever, but I was desperate for some respite. A finger landed on my lips silencing me. I was about to protest when I felt the head of Izzy’s monster cock breach my hole and all I could do was babble nonsense. In all my years, I had never imagined my friend fucking me and not in public while I was being blown by his husband. Izzy was correct; I’d always known it was going to end in sex. I just didn’t anticipate it was going to be with Izzy and Adam.

Bastien kissed me again, which strangely felt entirely more intimate than what either of the other two were doing. He removed the clamps on my nipples and carried on kissing me through the white hot burn. I began to fly. I had never experienced such an intense state of subspace, but as I succumbed to the overload of sensation, I felt myself soar. It was akin to an out of body experience. I was in a state of euphoria, no longer concerned with climaxing but merely to maintain the endorphin induced high. Ultimately, my body said otherwise, and the tell-tale fizzle at the base of my spine turned to fire as it reached my balls. I shot my load so hard the only thing I was aware of was exquisite ecstasy suffusing every millimetre of my body. The relief was intense.

“Tally?” I was vaguely aware that the blindfold and the earphones had been removed along with the ropes. Izzy was stroking my face. I mumbled rubbish and he chuckled. “Adam, would you mind?” The man scooped me up into his arms like a baby and carried me off to a room where he deposited me onto a bed. I was grateful for the soft mattress after being tied to a hard chair for what seemed like hours. The bed dipped and a warm body spooned me from behind. Bastien.

The door closed leaving us alone. I felt so light and peaceful wrapped in the arms of the man currently occupying my dreams. Izzy was a miracle worker.

“Comment ca va?” Bastien whispered.

“I’m good. Really good,” I mumbled.

“Go to sleep, Tal,” Bastien urged quietly.

“Stay with me.” I pulled his arms tighter around me.

“Of course,” I heard him reply, just as I drifted off into the abyss.