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“True. One of the many reasons I find you fascinating. The door is locked so Davy can’t get in, which means we have a fewmoments to discuss a game plan. Anything you particularly want to do?”

“I’m hoping to give him lessons in how to use his mouth to pleasure a woman. If you’d like to handle some of the instructions, that can work, too. I assume, since he identifies as gay, he won’t know how to do that?”

“He was required to service women by his first Master, whom we call Carlos, though not often. I gather perhaps a half-dozen times. I’m hoping to have you sit on his cock and rest your chest on his, so I can explore your ass. You open to that?”

“Yes, as long as you get me ready for you. You, not Davy. He can do it later, but it needs to be you until I’m a little more established as your partner and Davy’s other Master.”

He nodded. “That works. You and I should say please and thank you to each other tonight, so it’s clear we aren’t giving each other orders. Does that work for you?”

I smiled. “Perfect. Yes. How is he with CBT?”

“His balls are especially tender and I don’t do a whole lot with them most of the time. When I do, it’s something that builds and is a constant, like a weighted parachute, or squeezing them one at a time in my fist, a slow squeeze and slow release. He does much better handling cock torture.”

“Okay then, I’ll stick to cock torture tonight. Do you have clothespins and a small flogger I can use?”

* * * *

Davy

When the door wouldn’t open for me going into the playroom, I went to my knees, spread them, and assumed the position Master would expect. When I undress, I have to put my wrist and ankle cuffs on, so I was all decked out and waiting.

I sat out there a while, anticipating what would happen with two Masters, wondering what I was in for, hoping I’d be able to keep my hard-on when faced with girl-parts.

When the door finally opened, it was Micca who stood over me, fully clothed with a kind look on her face.

“What a pretty dick you have, standing all proud and tall, decorated with pretty jewelry. Will didn’t tell me you’re pierced — how exciting for me! Come on in, slave. I understand your Master doesn’t give your dick a whole lot of attention unless he’s torturing it, but you’ll find I enjoy playing with a nice, hard cock.”

I stood as gracefully as possible and then walked ahead of her when she motioned me in and didn’t move.

“Cute little ass, too. I’m guessing I won’t have too many opportunities to use a strap-on when Will’s in town, but when he goes on tour, that should change.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Master said. “I think I might quite enjoy watching you plow his ass while I fuck his face.”

My cock twitched and jerked at the promise of both Masters fucking me at the same time.

Micca stopped near the grate and motioned me to stand on it, pointing me so I faced the door and wouldn’t be able to see what they retrieved from the wall of torture implements. The winch had been lowered so the spreader bar was at my waist, and she quickly and expertly connected my wrist cuffs while Master leaned down behind me and connected my ankles to a wide-open spreader bar.

Micca walked to the wall and worked the winch mechanism until my body was stretched taut with my arms above me, and then she returned, grasped my dick, and oh-so-slowly jacked it. Both heaven and hell. I’d worried a woman’s hand might not do it for me, but that didn’t seem to be a problem.

“Not the first time you’ve done that,” Master noted.

“What?” Micca asked. “Played with someone’s dick?”

“The winch controls, but yeah, the dick part too, now that you mention it.” He walked around to my front and put his finger under my chin so I’d have no choice but to give eye contact. “For tonight, I’m Master and Micca is Sir. I love you, boy. If something isn’t working for you, I expect you to tell me, and I can say that because I know you understand the difference between not liking something and having the whole situation just not work.”

It was hard not to fall into those brilliant blue eyes and get lost, but I said, “I do, Master.”

“I love you, Davy.”

“I love you, Master.”

“I’m going to enjoy watching Micca hurt you.”

“I’ll do my best to please you both, Master.”

“I know you will.” He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and stepped back before he walked around behind me and to the wall.

When he returned, he pushed the stool and roll-around cart to Micca, and then walked another ten steps and opened a fancy chair. When he sat in it, I realized it was one of the folding rockers from the screened-in porch. When had he brought it in here?