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I pretended to think about it, but it was a no-brainer. It had been a good scene, and he’d taken my flogger with low moans of appreciation. Besides, it had been a while since a sub had sucked me off, and my dick was so rigid it ached.

Perfect happy ending.

“Fine. Hands behind your back.”

He did as instructed. I unfastened my pants, fished out my cock, and painted his lips with pre-cum. “Open wide.”

Greg didn’t break eye contact as I slid my hard dick into his mouth. He took about half of it.

“You can do better than that.” I spoke from experience. Greg was a champion cocksucker. I placed my hands on his head and applied a little pressure. He gagged, his eyes watering, but there was no safeword. I held his head steady and proceeded to fuck his throat, the pace slow at first, but gathering speed as I neared climax. His face reddened, tears trickling down his cheeks, but he took it all. Around me, guys stood and watched, some of them stroking their own erections, and in some cases, someone else’s.

I didn’t mind having an audience. That was normal.

Then I saw him at the edge of the room. The newbie from earlier in the week.

I should have been focused on Greg but I couldn’t resist a brief stare at the guy who stood watching us.

What I noticed was the hard-on filling his jeans.

Then Greg moaned around my cock, and I gave him my full attention.

“Ready for it?”

He blinked twice, and I came with a shout. Greg took every drop, and when I was totally spent, I pulled free. I smiled at him and cupped his chin.

“Good boy.”

Greg beamed.

I hoisted him to his feet and held him close, stroking his back, my dick limp against my leathers. Over his shoulder, I scanned the room.

Newbie Guy was still there.

Watching.

Then he shook himself and went over to Phil who was standing next to the slings. They spoke, but now and then his gaze flickered in my direction.

My instincts were still telling me that at some point, there would be a conversation.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

Quinn

I couldn’t take my eyes off Max.

I was drawn to him like a compass needle snapping into place, a subtle shift in my awareness. He stood with his feet planted apart, wearing nothing but his leather pants and boots. The lights glinted on his bare chest and on his glistening shaft as he rocked his hips, fucking the sub’s face, in complete control.

Then his gaze met mine, and heat crawled over my skin. When he lowered his eyes to my crotch, I was on fire.

All too soon, he returned his attention to the sub on his knees, and I saw the moment he shot his load, his body tense, his cry harsh.

The urge to squeeze my own hard dick was enormous.

Max held the sub, and that was good.

Aftercare was always good.

Stop watching him.