Page 30 of Bondage Play

Marco licked his lower lip as he stepped forward and Terry was painfully hard. When Marco reached him, he placed his hands on Terry’s shoulders, lifting his chin as he went up on his toes, offering his mouth to Terry.

Terry lowered his head, the first touch of Marco’s soft lips on his sending a jolt of arousal to the end of his dick. Marco kissed him so gently it made Terry want to wrap him in an embrace. Even as turned on as he was, he didn’t want to make love to Marco, he only wanted that with Phil. But he couldn’t deny that he had the compulsion to hold and comfort the young man.

“Mmm.” Gerard’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Aren’t they stunning together?”

Phil let out a groan. “God, yes.”

With one tentative lick to Terry’s lower lip, Marco let go. He leaned in and whispered, “Thank you, Terry. I think you’re very nice.”

“Come here, boy.” Marco went to his Master, glancing at Terry over his shoulder before Gerard enfolded him in his arms. “Would it make you both more comfortable if I play with Marco first? I’ll make him come for you, he’s quite spectacular.”

Terry’s cheeks flushed hot. He wasn’t sure he’d survive the night, thought he might simply die from a lust overload.

“We’d enjoy that quite a bit.” Phil squeezed the back of Terry’s neck. “But my boy needs to strip first.”

Gerard smirked. “Yes, he’s definitelyoverdressed.”

Phil smacked Terry’s ass. “Clothes off. Now.”

Oh boy. Here we go.“Yes, Sir.”

He sort of choked on his last word, but recovered. First, he unbuttoned the loose dress shirt he’d bought specially to wear with the leather pants. He wasn’t ready for the vest or halter look quite yet. The pants had been a big enough step for him. Once he’d removed the shirt then hung it on the coat rack conveniently at hand, he grabbed the hem of his tank. Right as he tugged it over his head, he happened to catch Marty’s eye, the doorman observing him with clear interest.

Shit. Forgot he was even here.

Terry’s nerves came back with a vengeance, and he struggled with the top snap of his pants.Oh God.He popped it open then pulled on the zipper.Fuck.He’d look like an idiot hopping and struggling and tugging on the tight as fuck leather wrapped around his legs. He finally eased the zipper far enough down that he stood a decent chance of his junk not becoming permanently damaged by the metal enclosure.

Terry gasped as Phil harshly yanked the pants down until his cock sprang free, his freshly shaved balls lewdly on display.Wait. I thought they were going first?Terry stood in frozen horror until he saw how excited Marty, Gerard and even Marco appeared as they watched him. Both Marty and Gerard rubbed themselves through their clothing, and Marco bit his bottom lip as he made whimpering noises.

Terry’s whole body heated, but the flush that crawled up his skin was from the thrill that he could turn these men on so much. He yelped at the sharp smack Phil left on his exposed backside.

“You’ve been very bad, baby. I told you to get all your clothes off, and instead, you teased everyone here, me included.” Phil’s voice had an enticing growl to it and not touchinghimself would be a true achievement. “So now, you can lie across my lap, ass in the air while Gerard gets Marco off.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Phil took a seat on one of the couches then pulled Terry over by his wrist. “Let’s get these off the rest of the way. And don’t give me any trouble.”

“Yes, Sir.” Terry’s responses were becoming more breathless.

Phil made quick work of the pants, Terry almost tumbling over at one point. He wished like hell he had something more comfortable to put on for when they went home. Once he was completely nude, Terry surprised himself by not being anywhere near as self-conscious as he’d thought he’d be. He was just so fucking horny, and Marco had helped make him feel comfortable. The small sub had been either naked or nearly naked whenever Terry and Phil had visited them at their home. It no longer seemed like such a big deal.

Phil patted his legs and Terry did what he knew was expected of him as he draped himself over Phil’s lap, resting his palms on the padded mat to help keep his balance.

“Oh no, not like that. Put your hands behind your back and clasp your fingers together.”

“But…” Terry scrunched his eyebrows together. He’d totally slide off Phil’s lap and fall on his head.

“I’ve got you, baby. Do you trust me?”

How could he not? After all they’d been through together, after all he’d learned about himself as a submissive and about Phil as a Master, and how Phil had proven Terry’s importance by risking his own life—what more of a reason would he ever need?

“Yes, Sir. I trust you completely.”

Phil rubbed his back. “Thank you.” He held on to Terry’sshoulder then encouraged him to place his opposite hand behind his back. He repeated the action, then adjusted Terry on his lap so he wasn’t leaning too far forward. “Keep your hands clasped while I do this.”

“Oh yeah, so fucking hot.” Marty’s voice drifted across the room and Terry had a moment of confusion where he wondered what Marty meant. But the first loop around his wrists as Phil tied his hands together left him without a doubt as to what Marty had been referencing. He angled his head to the side where Gerard had Marco sitting on his lap, facing him and Phil while Gerard idly played with Marco’s prick, sometimes stroking it, sometimes reaching down to roll his balls in their hairless sac.

Fuck. Speaking of hot.