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“I’m reconsidering letting you help me.” Gray glared at Mason.
Mason’s cheeks turned red, and he looked down. “Sorry, sir.”
Jack caught Gray’s grin before he schooled his face again. He was enjoying seeing Mason like this too, even if he pretended to be annoyed.
“Better. Now help him get undressed. And no more bouncing on the bed. If we re-injure him, it will be even longer before we can beat his ass properly.”
Jack wanted Gray and Mason to beat his ass, wanted their cocks slamming into him, giving him no mercy. “Please,” he begged.
Gray’s brow rose. “You’ll get exactly what I’m willing to give you and nothing else. I decide when your ass is ready.”
Jack sucked in his breath. No matter what Jack might think he wanted, Gray always knew what would take him where he needed to go. “Yes, sir.”
Once Mason got Jack naked, Gray strapped a belt around Jack’s waist and immobilized his arms with cuffs he’d attached to it. “Lifting your arms over your head would strain your chest, but this way, you can’t reach for us, but you’re not as likely to hurt yourself.”
“Yes, sir,” Jack whispered. His cock was rock hard. He’d forgotten just how much he enjoyed being restrained by Gray.
Mason attached Jack’s ankles to a spreader bar that was fixed to the footboard.
Gray stroked Jack’s leg as he explained what would happen next. “I’ve blindfolded and gagged you before, but I want to go a littlefurther this time. I’m going to do both and put in some earplugs. I don’t want anything preventing you from feeling. Mason and I are going to be your entire world. You’ll get nothing but us, our touch, our scent. No words. No sights to distract you. Your body is ours to play with. I don’t want you to think about anything but the sensations we give you. Will you surrender to us?”
Jack’s heart thumped against his ribs. He’d never considered going further than they already had with sensory deprivation, but the way Gray described what he wanted to do sounded amazing. Gray had never done anything that truly scared him. Jack glanced at Mason and his lover gave him an encouraging smile.
He looked back at Gray. “Yes, sir. I’m yours, any way you want me.”
“Excellent.” Gray said the word in his sexiest voice. “I’m going to give you a bell ball to hold. Shake it or release it if you need us to stop. If anything hurts your wound, stop us immediately. If we see you twist or try to sit up or otherwise put pressure on your chest. Mason and I will stop, and you won’t get to come. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Gray looked at Mason. “Would you like to do the honors?”
Mason nodded. He was trying to look solemn, but Jack could tell he was vibrating with excitement. He leaned over and pressed his lips to Jack’s, barely touching him before he raised back up.
“Open,” Mason commanded. He placed a ball gag in Jack’s mouth and secured it behind his head. He was quick and efficient as if he was used to topping. Jack tried to smile but couldn’t.
Next Mason put plugs in Jack’s ears, and finally he secured his blindfold as Gray pressed the bell ball into his right hand.
Jack drew in a shaky breath, fighting panic. He’d worn a gag many times before, and he’d always had a hard time with them until Gray started working him over, making him forget everything but Gray. The rational part of him said the same thing would happen this time, but he couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. Were Gray and Mason still there? They wouldn’t leave him, would they?
He squeezed the ball, he was about to shake it when reassuring touches came on his leg and shoulder. Gray and Mason. They stroked him. Even if the touches hadn’t been far apart, he would have known they were both touching him by the feel of their hands. Deprived of his other senses, he could clearly feel the roughness of Gray’s skin, the largeness of his hand, the way it wrapped easily around Jack’s calf. Mason’s hand was softer, and he touched with light caresses, not as sure of being in control as Gray.
Then Gray kissed his thigh, laving him with his tongue. He made a muffled sound behind the gag, wishing he could beg for more as Gray’s tongue darted closer to his groin. Mason toyed with one of his nipples, barely touching it, then pinching and brushing the hardened tip with his palm. Their caresses electrified his skin. Each touch, even the lightest ones, seemed like the center of his world, and sensation zinged through him. He wanted to see his lovers, to watch the expressions change on their faces, hear the hitch in Mason’s breath that always came when he got more and more worked up, but Gray had been right. It was hard to think of anything but touch and smell like this. He drew in a deep breath, Gray’s rich scent, Mason’s woodsy smell and the tang of his own precum.
Each caress was like a lifeline. He was utterly theirs, to play with, to touch, to do with as they pleased. That realization brought panic welling up in him again, but it also had him so hard he thought he might come without being touched. Precum dripped onto his abdomen.
Gray and Mason teased him, their hands and mouths almost coming in contact with his cock, then pulling away. Then he felt the tassels of Gray’s favorite flogger. The soft leather seemed innocuous, but it could deliver a wicked sting. Gray slid the strands over his shoulders, his chest, his stomach, his hipbones, the edges of the tassels just missing his straining shaft. Gray worked his way down Jack’s legs until the soft strands tickled his toes.
Mason pushed his hands into Jack’s hair and massaged his scalp as Gray worked his way back up his body, swishing the flogger this time, hitting him lightly on his thighs, then swirling the tassels over his nipples, enflaming him even as Mason’s touch relaxed him.
Swish.The flogger’s tassels slid across Jack’s nipples. Mason kneaded the back of his head, and he sank into the pleasurable touch. Gray let the tassels swirl across Jack’s throat, making him aware of his vulnerability, his need. Then Mason kissed him right where one of the tassels lay. Everything fled his mind except the feel of Mason’s lips on his skin. He drew in as deep of a breath as he could. Mason smelled so good, like coffee and heat and the pine-scented soap he used. His lips were soft, the bottom one plump. Mason dragged his teeth across the tender flesh under Jack’s ear. With his working senses on high alert, he could feel each ridge in their biting edge.
Distracted by Mason, Jack failed to take in the clues that Gray had knelt on the bed until Gray’s knees brushed against hisside seconds before Gray swept the flogger over Jack’s cock. He sucked in his breath and made a strangled noise behind his gag, suddenly right on the edge, ready to come from the barest touch.
He felt Gray shift on the bed and tensed for another swish of the flogger, maybe a stinging one this time. Instead, Gray took Jack’s shaft into his mouth, pushing his tongue into Jack’s slit and licking up the precum beaded there, then sucking Jack deep into his mouth.
Jack sucked in air and started to hyperventilate. He couldn’t breathe. He struggled against his bonds. Too much. Too much. A scream formed behind his gag, but it couldn’t come out. He was choking, gasping.
Mason kissed his forehead, his temple. He ran his tongue along Jack’s ear and slid his hand over Jack’s throat and across his chest to tease one of his nipples. Gray sucked him using his tongue to tease the underside of his cock, letting Jack feel the edge of his teeth. Fuck! He was going to come. He was going to suffocate. Too much!
