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Joel answered after Xen looked to him. “It’s purty as newborn filly. Y’all are gonna love it. It’s gettin’ there. Almost through.”
“Joel’s gonna miss you, Xen,” Damon told him, standing up to start gathering the plates. I got up to help and we caught Xen giving Joel a kiss on the cheek.
“Hells bells, boy, yer comin’ back for the openin’.”
“We get to see Xen and Memphis in action?” I asked and Xen covered his face with both hands, giggling, and that started Joel and he played while Joel tried to move Xen’s hands.
“Look-it that! He’s a blushin’ ta beat hell!”
Joel watched us give one another hand jobs that night, when he came from the attic to tell us goodnight. He whined some but tried to behave as he lay with his arms tied to the two headboard posts. Our cowboy watched every second, though, to his credit, and once we untied him, he asked if I could bite him once before he fell to sleep.
The bitemarks on him were glorious, and perfectly bruised so I could see each of my teeth represented. For me, that made it all the better, as it was distinctly my mark. Then I realized why Noah wanted to brand Eli. It was his mark.
Nothing a flogger or whip could do would make that distinction, well, except for those rare men and women that could whip their initials and other words onto their sub’s skin. No, this was definitely my thing, so I was happy to oblige him.
I held him close and started off seductively, licking a line up his neck, nipping Joel’s earlobe with just my lips. I whispered, “My beautiful Joel, the most perfect boy we could have ever wanted.”
He squirmed and tittered, “Stop that, now! Makin’ me all…”
“Horny?”
“Yeah, that an’, well, jus’ good.”
“I’ll always try to make you feel good Joel, even when I’m hurting you,” I said, then moved my head to the side and said louder, “Like now.”
I bit into his neck, letting my teeth slowly and carefully sink into the flesh while I sucked. It wouldn’t be any normal hickey, but darker and one that would show my teeth.
I bit right where his collar would lay while he was dressed, and so he could hide it from his mother when he went home to help her, which he did often. As I sucked, I felt him still and his breathing had slowed. I didn’t hear a sound from him, and even Damon hadn’t moved.
When he left a couple minutes later, Damon informed me, “He got this peaceful look when you did that. He definitely likes being marked.”
“Is that it? Being marked? Maybe he needs us to claim him formerly? Like Eli getting branded, but I don’t want to brand him.”
“Fuck no! That’s…a lot. Even for sadistic fuckers like us. So, what then?”
“We’ll start with a collar. We’ll do it opening night, surprise him after Eli gets branded. We wanted to use him on stage anyway. Then after, we’ll get him gangbanged, right in the club.”
“In one of the rooms. We’ll tie him there and, oh fuck, Burke, I just got another one of my brilliant ideas.”
I sighed, as I was always being thrown his brilliant ideas, but I loved the guy, so I asked, “What’s that, my love?”
“Let me tell you, you’re gonna love it, and Joel will too.”
“Continue…”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Joel was good as gold the next few days. The chores he was given were done before I ever got up for the day, and he was usually gone for three or four hours to help his mom and/or Eli and Noah. Then he’d come back to help Xen, and the day it was ready, we were brought into the barn blindfolded, which I know was a kick for Joel. Blindfolding his Sirs.
When we were in place, Joel did a drumming motion on one of the tables and we were told to take off the blindfolds.
Well, I about fell over when I saw the mural. My heart leapt right into my throat, and I felt tears in my eyes.
Damon was staring, like me, and I saw him from the corner of my eye as he swiped at his own tears.
“Well? What y’all think?”
Xen and Joel were standing near the wall, both beaming with pride. And they had every right to.
