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It did bring to mind our roles. After we laughed and Damon tickled him, finding him very ticklish, which would be added to my list of things to do to him, I said, “Our jobs.”
Joel watched me closely, and realized I was being serious. He clammed up fast and Damon held his hand. “We will dominate you in every single way, Joel. We say when and where and how we fuck, as long as it’s within your limits. We might hurt you, or deny you sex, or have sex with you and deny your orgasm. We might do a good number of things to you and you have no say at all unless you say your safeword. Do you understand that?”
“Yeah. Xen tol’ me, he said I had ta. Iffin I didn’t, y’all would likely not do anythin’ kinky wit’ me no more.”
“He was very right.”
“A’ight then. I’ll do it, iffin I can’t handle it, but y’all have ta know, I’m…I’m not braggin’ ya understand. I’m tough.”
“We know that, Joel. We’ll take that into consideration, but what you have to realize is that it’s not all about pain. Like I just said, maybe you won’t come for a month.”
“A dang month? Are ya kiddin’ me?”
“No,” Damon said, laughing a little. “Joel, we want to do things to you that you might not always like. Say we keep you from coming for that month. Then, when we let you, it’ll be like…the best orgasm of your life. You build the need inside you, and then it’s released.”
“Well…if that don’t beat all.”
“Some pain,” I said, warming as I thought of all the things I wanted to do to Joel. “Some pleasure, some denial, some humiliation, a little touch, a big touch, dressing you in things you’ll like, and dressing you in things you’ll hate…”
“Like Xen? Y’all gonna dress me in girl panties?”
Damon asked, “He told you?”
“Yessir, sure did. Says his man makes ‘im wear ‘em. No way!”
“Hard limit? Would that just be something you couldn’t take, no matter how much we might want it?”
He opened his mouth, then closed it again.
“See,” Damon started, caressing Joel’s cheek. “Your purpose as our submissive is to want to please us more than yourself. You get off by making us satisfied.”
“I did right by ya last night, right?”
“You did.”
“Can’t be all bad then. Okay, okay, so what now?”
I felt relief flooding me, but I was exhausted, trying to have that deep of a conversation. “We’ll talk more later. Right now, let’s get some water, maybe a coffee and wait for our architect. After that, we might just have you read over some things and decide if you want hard limits or soft, or none. Then…tonight we’ll go to bed and get some head. From you.”
“Ass is still sore,” he admitted. “But my mouth works jus’ fine.”
“Good. Good boy.”
Chapter Thirteen
When Roland arrived, we walked him into the barn, and I was blown away hard at seeing it. Damon had warned me about going inside of it too much, seeing the construction, being I’d freak out over every little thing. The man knew me well.
So, it was much of a surprise to me to see how well it was coming along. There was no work that day, being Sunday, and the place was quiet, so we could look around without distraction.
The inner walls were up, sheet rock over the noise canceling foam they’d sprayed to insulate them. Most were taped and ready for finishing, galvanized pipes holding the many electrical outlets that had been installed.
That was the first thing Roland asked about. “The electric coming in soon?”
“Yes. The pole will be here on the twelfth, then they’re stringing the line the next day,” I told him. “No worries we’ll still be using the generator.”
“Snobs,” Damon accused as he walked over to the two large rooms built under the loft. “These bathrooms, no toilets yet,” he called but said, “Floors are in.”
There was a curving staircase next to the loft instead of the ladder that was there previously, and the three playrooms there were walled, and the flooring was in as well. They were beautiful.
