Page 28 of Bondage Play

Terry’s face filled with heat, but it was okay. He wanted what they were doing, and it was better he work off some of his embarrassment before much more intimate exchanges occurred.

“Don’t worry. I have manners.” Marty grunted. “Gerard’s been a helluva trainer so far.”

Phil began to make his way after Marty and Terry followed. His hands shook and it was all he could do to focus on not stumbling or face-planting.That would be a real mood killer.

“Phil! Terry! So great to see you.” Gerard’s welcoming voice helped to ease some of Terry’s nerves. “Terry, how’s your mom doing?”

“She’s doing well, Sir. I think we can talk her into visiting again for Christmas. My sister is in her last trimester, so she doesn’t want to travel to Mom’s place this year.”

Phil had already strolled across the room to the couch and Terry followed, sinking to his knees next to him as soon as Phil sat down. Terry caught sight of Gerard’s sleek black, short boots and the hem of his leather pants as he perched on the sofa to his right. When Marco assumed his kneeling position, Terry resisted the urge to take a peek at the sweet young man. He wanted to know his story, since Gerard had hinted at something there that made him very careful with whom he allowed Marco to interact with.

“Well, be sure to tell her I said hello.”

“Yes, Sir. I will.”

“Marco?” Gerard’s voice was distinctly softer when he addressed Marco. Terry had never noticed it before. “Would you get the refreshments for our guests?”

“Yes, Master.” Marco rose and Terry noted he was in his bare feet, that everything Terry could see was bare. He also assumed Marco was naked as usual.

Only time I’ve ever seen him in clothes was at Thanksgiving.Fortunately, Gerard had spared Terry’s mom Marco’s nudity in honor of the holiday.

Phil’s hand landed on Terry’s head. “Baby? I’d like for you to help Marco.”

“Yes, Sir.”Dammit. I’d wanted to hear what they talked about.

His grace had returned now that his side didn’t hurt like a sonofabitch anymore. There had been a slight fracture of his ribs, but that was it. He counted himself fortunate overall.

Terry trailed after Marco into the kitchen he hadn’t entered since that night with Master Joe, Anson and the Norm guy.Fuck. Little did I know.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh?” Terry tore his gaze from the island where the drinks had all been arranged that night and turned to Marco. “Sorry, I…” He glanced back, swallowing. “The last time I was here, well…” He’d made a point of telling Phil not to think about those idiots, but he hadn’t expected he’d have such a strong reaction to being in Gerard’s damn kitchen, for chrissakes.

“Is it because of those men who were here that tried to hurt you?”

Terry sighed. Marco had such an earnest expression on his face. It was obvious he was genuinely concerned about Terry’s feelings.

“It’s all right, Marco, really. I want us all to have an awesome time tonight. This…” He swallowed hard as he pushed the unwelcome memories from his head. “It just caught me off guard because this is where I ran into them the first time.”

Marco’s eyes rounded. “Oh, I didn’t know. My Master didn’t tell me very much about it, he knows how upset I get.”

Terry’s only opinion of Marco so far had been vague, that he seemed like a sweet, pretty guy who had the best ass he’d ever seen. But he also appeared to be a very compassionate man with a certain fragility to him that made Terry curious.I’ll have to see what I can find out from Phil later on.

“Well, let’s not talk about unpleasant things, okay? We’re here to have fun. Tell me what I should grab, and I’ll help you take everything out there.”

Marco offered him a shy smile. “Okay, I think that’s a good idea.And thanks.”

Once they’d gathered two trays of finger foods, which Terry carried—and a cart that Marco pushed with glasses, ice and a variety of non-alcoholic drinks—they made their way back to the living room.

“Ah, two beautiful boys.” Gerard’s voice was light and happy. “And they bring treats. We are all very lucky bastards.”

Phil laughed, with Marty joining in and Terry’s nerves eased even more. Marco had already helped him feel comfortable and now he could sense everyone around him relaxing, the camaraderie obvious. While the fantasy appeal of being spanked or fucked in front of strangers still resonated with him, for his first time exploring the world of exhibitionism, he was glad he’d be with people he knew and liked.

Terry and Marco served the men while Gerard shared an anecdote from a club in Berlin that he’d once attended. Apparently, that was where he’d met Marty. Terry was surprised to learn they went back as far as they did, almost a decade. But it wasn’t until recently they’d gotten in touch again. Marty had been honorably discharged after an injury and he’d looked Gerard up when he’d returned stateside.

Terry kneeled next to Phil again once he’d verified along with Marco that everyone had been served properly. Phil tipped his chin up with one finger and offered him a cracker loaded with herbed cream cheese, a small shrimp and some sort of vegetable garnish. Whatever the hell it was, it tasted awesome. As the Doms continued to talk, Phil fed Terry, occasionally offering him a sip of sparkling water in between bites. Gradually, the topic of conversation became less mundane, and more interesting.

“Then,” Gerard continued on from another story he’d been telling, “the Master who showed up the night of the Shibari demo not only suspended three helpless subs restrained in anelaborate pattern of rope from the ceiling, but he fucked each one in turn andcameall three times!”