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It was no wonder why, either. Earlier, when they’d popped into the clubhouse for more ice and to hit the head, one of the subs had been across his Dom’s lap, sobbing while his ass was being reddened in front of everyone in attendance.

Dom hadn’t been using his hand, either. He’d had a ping-pong paddle with holes cut out, every motion producing a whoosh right before it smacked against his subs bare bottom.

“Not unless it’s an agreed-upon form of punishment,” Carl explained. “I’m not the biggest fan of using pain as a means of correction, but to each their own.”

“Wait, so there are agreed-upon forms of punishment,” Axel questioned.

“Yup,” Scout said. “Everything has to be agreed upon, including how much control we want to turn over and what the boundaries are. There are safe words too; that’s for when something doesn’t feel right or your head is all messed up so you’re not enjoying it and want it to stop.”

“I don’t want to be spanked,” Axel admitted.

“Then I will never spank you,” Creature said, before turning his attention towards Scout, whose nose was scrunched as he squirmed a little.

“How about you? You look like you’re trying to decide if you want to say something.

This is a good time to have this conversation, so let’s get it out in the open if something is concerning you. ”

“No, I—I like a bit of pain, but I don’t think I need to be spanked if I mess up,” Scout admitted. “I like pain when it’s…”

He squirmed some more, so Carl gave him a few minutes to get his words in order.

“I like it when I’m already turned on and all wound up,” Scout said. “Then it heightens everything else I’ve been feeling. On the shoots, sometimes…it would just be too much.”

“And that’s why Sawyer had to go with you,” Carl said.

Scout’s shoulders slumped as he turned the hotdog he had on his stick, evenly blistering the skin just enough to char it a little.

“Is that why you were limping when you stopped by outside the grocery store to talk to me?” Axel asked.

“Yeah. Someone got a little too rough but didn’t really do enough to make it so I could really get into it,” Scout admitted.

“It was always kinda hard at the start of a shoot, because the lights were on and the cameras were on and people were watching, and sometimes they’d try to rush us into a scene when I could have used a moment with my partner to just focus on them, breathe, and get into the right mindset for what I needed to do. ”

“Which you never have to do again,” Carl declared, tone gruff and steely as he stared across the fire at them.

“If I’m your Dom, then you bring your troubles to me first, so we can work them out together, no matter what they are.

Even if you have an issue with me. Especially if you have an issue with me. ”

“I can do that,” Axel said, his response immediate, but then he wasn’t the one Carl was worried about going off half-cocked to prove something to someone.

Scout surprised him when he nodded and eyed him solemnly before plucking the hotdog off the stick.

“I’m good with that. I’d rather have someone to problem-solve with, because neither Sawyer nor I really thought things through when we tried to help Pops.

We just jumped at the first thing that promised real money. ”

“Been there, done that,” Carl admitted. “Outcome wasn’t any better than what the two of you experienced. Sometimes you get so focused on the end game you forget to look at the hell you’ll have to walk through to get there.”

Scout was nibbling his hotdog, but Axel had turned towards him and reached to brush back the hair the wind had sent fluttering towards Scout’s lips as he took a bite.

“So um, what kind of pain do you like?” Axel asked.

Even with the shadows flickering across his face, Carl could see a flush of red creep across his nose. Another shrug and squirm from Scout, who nibbled more, even as he turned his head to nuzzle against Axel’s hand.

“Having my hair pulled,” Scout murmured, the crackle of the fire making his words a bit difficult to hear, so Carl stood and came around to their side of the flames. “Or my nipples twisted, or pinched, or bitten.”

Carl detected a hint of breathiness in his voice when he said the words, while Axel’s hand trailed from his cheek to his chest, lightly stroking over the front of his tank top.

Scout’s breath hitched, and he dropped the last fourth of his hotdog onto his plate so he could focus on what Axel was doing.

Scooting closer until he was right behind Scout, Carl skimmed his fingers up Scout’s back and immediately felt him shiver.

Over Scout’s shoulder, Carl watched Axel tease, stroking through the cloth until Scout whined and tipped his head back a little.

Silky strands tickled the back of his arm, and Carl tangled his fingers in Scout’s hair and gave a gentle tug, just to gauge Scout’s response.

His little gasp was punctuated by a keening cry when Axel chose that moment to pinch his nipple through his shirt and slowly started to twist. Scout’s reaction was so wantonly uninhibited that Carl wished they were naked so he could see what Scout’s cock looked like without his boardshorts covering it. As it was, the material was tented.

Carl caressed Scout’s cheek while Axel tugged a little more and tightened his grip, wringing a strangled moan from Scout that Axel swallowed when he kissed him, never letting go of the nipple.

Scout’s pants were harsh and punctuated by broken moans that grew to loud cries when Carl reached his free hand around, found his other nipple, and gave a sharp pinch before letting go.

“You really, really like that, don’t you?” Axel murmured, twisting his fingers just a little more.

Scout’s hip bucked as he groaned. “Yeah! Fuck yeah.”

“I’d say he loves it,” Carl said, pinching the other nipple again, just to watch his hips start jerking as he sought friction.

This time he didn’t let go. He twisted, the way Axel was, until Scout pleaded with one of them to fucking touch him.

“We are touching you,” Axel teased, the look on his face downright sinister as he gave another hard twist.

“Gahhhh,” Scout cried, no longer forming words as they pinched, twisted, and tormented his nipples until Axel let go, slid down, and tugged at Scout’s shorts until he lifted up and let Axel yank them off him.

Pre-cum dripped from the twitching red tip as it bobbed, hard and proud.

Carl kept a firm hold on Scout’s hair, his other hand stroking over the hard, pert nipple beneath the shirt, while Axel leaned in and licked the precum from the head of Scout’s cock and made him shudder.

When Axel gave another lick, he was rewarded with another bead of pre-cum, which he happily licked away.

Sliding his hand down, Carl splayed his fingers across Scout’s abs, holding him in place as Axel treated him like a melting popsicle and licked every inch of his hard shaft.

“Fuckin’ tease!” Scout cried as Axel’s tongue reached the base of his shaft and licked over his balls, every inch of Scout smoothly shaved.

For a moment, Carl wondered if that was because of the porn shoots he’d been doing or if it was a personal preference, not that it mattered when Axel tilted his head up to shoot him a filthy look, licked his lips, and smirked at him.

“Yup,” Axel replied, before finally wrapping his lips around the head of Scout’s cock.

Then the hem of Scout’s tank top was right there against his hand, so Carl slid his hand beneath it, caressing his already heated skin as he stroked his way up to the nipple Axel had previously been pinching as Axel sucked him deeper and hummed around him.

Scout’s choked-out moan shifted to a wail as Carl pinched again, then twisted hard as Axel started bobbing his head, forcing Carl to press on Scout’s thigh to keep him from bucking too hard and choking Axel.

Another hard twist, another loud hum, and Scout’s cries reached a louder pitch, choked out babbled words in between the occasional broken plea as Axel sucked.

It only took another twist to send him over the edge and implant the image of Scout wearing nipple clamps in Carl’s mind, along with a billion and one ways of using them to torment him.

It drew out his orgasm each time Carl pinched just a little while Axel gave little kitten licks, cleaning up the cum Scout kept producing as he rode out the aftershocks.

He was beautiful this way, bathed in firelight between him and Axel, who sat up looking quite pleased with himself.

Especially when he went up on his knees and leaned in, inviting Carl to share a taste of Scout with him.

The kiss was fierce, bold, and a little messy, but damn, not only could he taste the slight bitterness of Scout’s release clinging to Axel’s lips, but his desire to explore so much more in the days to come.