Page 103 of Courting Danger

“Still at green,” Pope murmured in Ocean’s ear as he slowly settled down, muscles relaxing inch by inch until his ass was in the perfect position for Pope to smack it again, just as soon as Ocean answered him.

“Neon. Sir!”

Thwack!

Ocean didn’t just exhale this time, he growled out what was almost a curse, choked off two letters in as he writhed.

Pope caressed the welts he’d left, pinching just to hear the hisses he let out, always ending in a long moan as he bucked against the bench.

“We’ll see how neon you are when I get back,” Pope said, with one last pinch, harder than the others, making Ocean howl.

Roan’s hands were flat on the bench when Pope returned to his side, cock still weeping, as he stared up at the ceiling.

He’d have been able to watch everything Pope had done to Ocean, frantic pace increasing when Pope dangled the ribbons over his cock, before letting them float down over the reddening shaft. Roan chased the ribbons when Pope tickled his balls, a steady stream of precum flowing when Pope tickled his taint. Pope licked a line of it from the tip before kissing his boy and letting Roan taste himself on Pope’s lips.

“Did you like that little show?” Pope whispered.

“F-fuck yeah,” Roan moaned.

“Good, then you’re sure to get a thrill out of the next one,” Pope said before turning and retrieving the remote.

From four to seven, the whine of the vibrator echoed through the room, wringing cries from Danger. His hands were clenched around the leather restraints as he rocked against the cross, head thrown back as he howled when Pope jumped it up to ten, then quickly put it back at seven again.

The toy drew guttural cries from deep within Danger’s throat, the beginnings of a plea that died on his lips when Pope dialed it down to three.

Pope brushed the hair back from Danger’s cheek to nuzzle his shoulder and the curve of his neck. He smelled like Pope’s body wash and Ocean’s shampoo. Remodeling the master bathroom with a big enough shower and tub for luxurious evenings soaking together had moved to the top of the list the moment they’d tried to fit three bodies in the shower and nearly broke themselves when things grew heated.

“Still green, Pup, or do you need me to dial it down a little?”

“Ten was a lot,” Danger groaned. “Could we cap at seven?”

“Of course,” Pope replied, brushing a kiss along the corner of his lip. “Thank you for being honest.”

Gripping Danger’s hair, he turned his head so he could kiss him fully, gently, a reminder that Pope would always take care of him and see to his needs. Was too tempting to stay that way for an eternity, but he had other boys to attend to. Wrenching away from the kiss, Pope stalked towards the table, grabbed the smallest cane when he passed the implement stand, and whirling, issued a stinging slap across Danger’s left buttock, leaving a strip of red behind.

“Fuck!” Danger yelped. “Please can I have one more!”

“Greedy boy,” Pope said, snapping another at the right cheek this time, like matching roadmaps pointing to the crack of his ass.

“Arggggggggggh!”

Beneath Danger’s cries, Pope heard Ocean’s whimpers growing in pitch and intensity. When Pope past behind him this time, he cracked him with the studded paddle, then returned to tease Roan’s nipples with the ribbon he wound around his hand again.

Once the flogger was finished it would be so much easier to flick the ribbon over his skin from every angle. Instead of the mitt, Pope picked up the faux-fur flogger this time and let the fur mirror the ribbon as he caressed Roan’ body.

Roan’s eyes widened the first time Pope flicked the ribbon and caught him on the upper thigh, followed by the folds of the fur flogger slapping the other one, before Pope dragged them along his skin.

He raised his hips in offering, but sucking his cock wasn’t what Pope had in mind tonight. He flicked Roan’s right nipple with ribbon and his left with fur, alternating, several fast strikes followed by lazy, serpentine strokes of material across Roan’s chest and abs.

“Still wanna be fucked, boy?” Pope growled.

“P-p-please!”

Despite the stammer, there was no denying the desperate, pleading tone his voice had taken on, it was too alluring. Pope had been dying to sink into that tight heat, but first….

He dialed up the setting on Danger’s vibrator to five and issued a few more smacks with the cane before heading over to Ocean, pinning him in place with one hand in the center of his back.

The flared base of the ginger plug was right there, within easy grasp of Pope’s fingers. A little twist and pull and it came halfway out, not that Pope withdrew it completely, just tugged until the tip remained, so he could dribble more lube over it.