Page 81 of All Tied Up

And then Jamie was sliding down onto his cock, encasing him in that tight, warm heat. Neil couldn’t get enough of watching him. Jamie winced just for a moment and then threw his head back in the pleasure of Neil’s cock gliding home.

Sebastian positioned a pillow under his stump and Jamie rocked experimentally, making Neil gasp and press up into him. He just felt so good. Especially when Neil had no responsibilities except enjoying it.

Sebastian rested a heavy hand on Jamie’s shoulder. “I don’t believe I said my boys could move.”

“But Daaaaaaddy,” Jamie wailed.

Neil groaned, expressing the same sentiments. This was going to be horrible. And wonderful. To be so close to just thrusting up into that welcoming heat and not be allowed… He sucked in a deep breath, trying to regain control.

He was finally starting to understand the shape and form of Sebastian’s dominance. There were never harsh commands, but endless firm instructions that would keep Jamie and Neil edging each other until they dissolved into a puddle of pleasure.

Sebastian ran his hands up and down Neil’s chest, adding to the sensory overload. It took Neil a moment to realize he had something on his hands, an oil or lotion, that let them glide more freely. It had a light fragrance that reminded him of warm summer nights.

“Ooohhh… Daddy, I want some.” Jamie bounced just a bit as he asked, making Neil moan again. God, he was never going to make it through the end of this.

Sebastian chuckled and poured something from a vibrant blue bottle into Jamie’s hands. Then they were both massaging his chest, Sebastian in long smooth strokes while Jamie slid around, teasing and caressing.

Sebastian leaned over and gave Neil a long, thorough kiss. “You ready for this, baby boy?” he whispered.

“Yes, please, Sir.”

“Remember to safeword if you need to. Even for a break.”

“Yes, Sir,” Neil agreed seriously.

Sebastian said with a wicked grin as he stood, “Then I believe we’re ready.” He handed Jamie what looked like a little pitcher with a flaming wick, not one of the pillar candles that Neil had noticed earlier. “Try to avoid the hairier parts here,” he warned, hand drifting across the space between Neil’s nipples and then gliding down his treasure trail.

“’Cause it’s messy?”

“And he won’t feel it as much. It gets caught and doesn’t reach the skin.”

“Huh.”

Jamie seemed to shave his smooth, golden chest, which got Neil thinking about it. What would it be like to shave his own dusting of hair? Would he be more sensitive? Would Sebastian like it? Would Jamie?

“Can I start, Daddy?” Jamie asked.

Neil watched Sebastian too, thinking that he would be the prototype for all of his Daddy visions going forward. Sebastian’s copper skin gleamed in the candlelight, highlighting his muscular shoulders and round belly. His leather pants were as tight as sin, hugging the visible hardness of his cock. But mostly it was his dark eyes that held such intense care and command, all at once. “Go ahead, Dragonfly.”

Jamie turned toward Neil, mischief written across his face. “Oh, we’re going to have so much fun.”

The first drops of wax hit Neil’s left side, just at the bottom of his ribs. He watched them fall, smooth and white, and for a moment he just felt the warm pressure of the liquid sliding down his side. It was almost a disappointment and then…

Oh fuck. There was the pain. The burn sunk into him, all of his nerves attuned to that little patch of skin.

Jamie paused, watching Neil closely, so Neil nodded. This was good. This was exquisite.

Jamie sprinkled more drops on the other side, each one marking a new sensation, like fireworks bursting inside Neil’s body.

Jamie hummed happily, looking for all the world like a child playing with a toy as he splattered wax at will. “Mmmm… he’s so pretty, Daddy. I wonder what he would do if I put some on his nipples.”

“Hmmm… maybe you should find out.”

Neil squeezed his eyes shut. Because the only thing he could do was cry out and arch from the melody of pain. The burn was fiercer, the pleasure went deeper, dancing through his body.

And all Neil could do was absorb it, the shackles on his wrists grounding him each time his hands jerked forward.

Jamie kept playing, humming and cooing over each of Neil’s reactions.