Page 103 of Stable Hand

“Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir,” Luke murmured, a subservient plaything now.

Kamal gave Luke’s ass a final slap, causing an exhausted groan from the sated ponyboy. Then he turned to me.

“I’m going to leave for a few minutes, give you three some privacy. I’ll be back to untie him soon.”

“Okay,” I said, voice hoarse. I adjusted myself and looked at Noah, who nodded.

When Kamal had gone, I moved forward and reached out to touch Luke’s soft, stubbled cheek. “Hey. You might be embarrassed, but that was the most epic fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Luke’s eyelids fluttered open, and he let the corner of his lip quirk up. He gazed dazedly at me and sighed. “Thanks. Not my choice of position, but whatever. And I thought he’d at least give me a hand job.” His words slurred a bit but his spirit seemed intact.

I laughed and Noah bent down to kiss Luke on the forehead. “I think you should be thankful he took the cage off at all. I wasn’t sure he was going to.”

“Neither was I. Who knows what that bastard is capable of?”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t ask. Strikes me as a dangerous question,” I said.

When Kamal came back in the room, he asked us to leave so he could supervise the cleanup and give Luke some needed aftercare.

I felt exhausted and drained though my dick was still hard and my heart beat faster than a kitten’s. I leaned against the wall and slid down until I was sitting on the smooth wood of the hall floor with my legs stretched out in front of me.

Noah soon joined me.

“That was… That was…” I couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

“Unbelievable,” Noah whispered.

“So fucking hot,” I finished. I glanced at him, raising my eyebrows. “Right?”

He hesitated, blushing as if afraid to concur. But he nodded finally. “Yeah.”

“You still afraid of Kamal?” I asked with a grin.

He laughed and let his head fall back against the wall. “More than ever.”

I reached out and ruffled his hair. “See, Kamal would never have to do anything similar with you. Because you’d be on your knees sucking his cock before he asked you. You’d be his very good boy, I know you would.”

“Oh God, Jensen, stop. You’ll make me come in my pants.”

“Not before I do,” I said, pressing the heel of my hand against my throbbing erection. “I thought Kamal said he wasn’t going to punish us?”

Noah laughed. “Well, not directly.”

Finally, after about thirty minutes, the door opened. Luke, in his regular clothes, stepped into the hall, Kamal close behind him.

Kamal squeezed Luke’s shoulder with genuine affection. “I hope I didn’t make you suffer too much.”

Luke eyed him with raised brows and opened his mouth.

“Never mind. Don’t answer. You deserved every bit of your punishment and you know it.” Kamal turned to peer at us. “You two going to be all right?”

From this perspective he looked even more intimidating. Noah and I scrambled to our feet.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Yes, Sir,” Noah said.

“All right. Take him back to the bunkhouse. I think he’s learned his lesson.” Kamal said. “Noah, Jensen, look after him. He’s a favorite of mine, you know. Adam’s too.”