Page 89 of Stable Hand

“Yeah? That’s all the sweet-talking you’re gonna get tonight.” He sat down on the love seat and patted his lap. “You get your sweet ass over here, cowboy. I believe I promised you a spanking.”

Noah had plopped down cross-legged on the mattress. He watched us with a small smile.

“Takes a pretty big set of balls for someone in a cock cage to assume the dominant role,” I said, smirking. “I know enough about kink to know that. You should be on your knees for us.”

Luke grinned. “Maybe later. Right now, I need to release some aggression and anger from being under Kamal’s sadistic hands all day. And a promise is a promise.”

I glanced at Noah, who shrugged. “You’ll like it,” he said.

“Why don’t you spank him?” I asked Luke, suddenly nervous.

“Because I want to spank you right now. Maybe I’ll spank him later. If my hand isn’t too sore.” He gave me a mischievous look.

“Fuck.”

“Over my lap, cowboy. Now.” Luke sat back against the cushions of the loveseat, eyes sparking with energy and excitement.

“Fine. You want me naked?” I asked, figuring I might as well get all in at this point.

“Not yet. Keep the briefs on. But for God’s sake, take off the fucking hat. My dick is sobbing in this cage right now.”

I laughed, taking off the hat and tossing it to Noah, who placed it on the bed beside him.

“Fine. God, you are dramatic.”

“Just wait.”

I pulled off my shirt and shorts, toed off my flip-flops, and walked the three steps to Luke. “How am I supposed to do this?”

Luke reached up, grabbed my wrist and pulled me down. I fell gracelessly on top of his lap, my other arm arresting my fall on the couch cushion, one foot still on the floor, with my other leg bent on the love seat.

“That’s how,” Luke murmured, softly since we were now intimately entwined.

“Shit,” I whispered. My thigh had bumped the hard steel on Luke’s cock. “Is that a cage on your cock, or are you glad to see me?” I quipped, trying to distract him from my vulnerable state.

Luke chuckled. “Well, both really. This is one situation where I can actually say this might hurt me more than it hurts you.” He squirmed, trying to get comfortable under my weight.

“Sorry.” But I wasn’t sorry.

“Not your fault. But this is turning me the fuck on which is making the cage really uncomfortable,” Luke said. “Par for the course, I guess. Maybe I can tell Kamal about this tomorrow, and he’ll go easy on me since I’m basically punishing the fuck out of myself right now.”

“I’m not sure why you’re insisting on this since you can’t even come,” I commented.

“Oh, I’ll be able to come. Don’t you worry. My orgasm won’t be as epic as usual, but...”

I had no idea what Luke meant, but Noah laughed softly. And that made me curious to find out. I was about to ask when he grabbed the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulled them down.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Luke breathed, fingers gliding softly over my ass. “Come to Daddy.”

I couldn’t stop the small sound I made as my eyes closed with the unexpected jolt of pleasure and my cock jerked against Luke’s thigh.

“Oh? Like a little age play, do you?” Luke said. I couldn’t see his grin but I could fucking hear it.

My eyes flew open. “No.”

Then Luke spanked me, hard, on one cheek.

“Ow!” I yelled.