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Her body was completely relaxed, every muscle eased to jelly, her bones dissolving and flowing with her blood into a warm cascade of utter peace. After a while that could have been a minute or an hour, she became aware the spanking had stopped. She could hear murmuring voices, one alto, the other Liam’s deep, sexy baritone.
Then he was beside her, his hand resting lightly on her back. “Alex. Hey.”
“Mmmm,” she managed.
“You okay?”
“Mmmm.”
She tried but failed to nod her head. He stroked her hair, lifting it off her face. His lips touched her cheek. Alex drifted in and out of a deep, comfortable place. It wasn’t sleep precisely. It was that dreamy, ethereal place Daniel and Liam had taken her to from time to time with an especially intense whipping or spanking. It was that bit of heaven attained only by working through the purgatory of erotic pain.
“You stay where you are, beautiful girl. Just rest until you’re ready. I need to check on Daniel.”
“Mmmm.”
She slipped away.
~*~
Matthew stood in front of the two tethered men, running his fingers through the braided tresses of the flogger with an evil smile on his face. “I guess you’re all mine now, hmm, Daniel?”
Daniel ducked his head submissively. Matthew moved behind him, brushing his back with the flogger in long sweeping strokes. It felt good, waking his nerve endings and sending a rush of pleasure directly to his cock, which began to lengthen.
Anthony had produced a second flogger. He pulled two silk scarves from the inner pocket of his jacket. “Let’s blindfold them. It will help them focus.”
Scarves were tied over their eyes for which Daniel was grateful. He wouldn’t be distracted by Phillip in front of him or the other scenes going on around them.
“Phillip’s safeword is Betty, the name of his dreaded ex.” Matthew laughed. “What’s yours, Daniel?”
“Lemon, Sir.” Daniel had no intention of using his safeword. He could certainly handle a flogging. Still he was glad Matthew had asked. Anthony was an unknown quantity.
The flogging began, rapidly intensifying from a sweep of leather to a steady stinging stroke that moved from Daniel’s shoulders to his thighs and up again. He leaned into the thuddy sting, reveling in it, embracing it.
There was a pause in the flogging and some movement. When the leather struck again, the knotted tips curled sharply around his hip and cut along the bone, the sharp pain catching him by surprise. He gasped and jerked forward before catching himself, bumping against Phillip.
The whip continued to strike randomly, the braids snapping against his ass, his thighs and even at the more tender flesh along his sides. He was unable to anticipate the strokes. Sweat prickled in his armpits and beaded on his forehead. He struggled to ease his breathing, using breath control to work through the pain.
All of a sudden, Phillip smashed against him with a sharp cry and then fell away. “I guess muscles aren’t the measure of a real man, eh?” Anthony’s tone was derisive. Phillip gave another cry and again pressed against Daniel.
This time he felt Phillip’s erection, which matched his own. In the back of his mind, Daniel wondered at his own sexual makeup. It got him hot to be suspended in chains, naked and tethered to another naked man, while being flogged in front of a crowd of onlookers. He thrilled to the stinging stroke of the leather and to the fact he couldn’t get away, even if he’d wanted to.
Suddenly, a series of wicked, biting blows flurried over his shoulders. He stumbled against Phillip with a cry of his own. Hurriedly, he righted himself, embarrassed at his loss of control.
The flogging continued, easing into a steady intense rhythm that nearly lulled Daniel into a submissive trance. But he couldn’t quite let go enough to get there.
He heard Anthony’s softly accented voice. “Anyone can handle a flogging. How about we raise the stakes a bit? A good caning is a quick way to separate the men from the boys.”
Daniel tensed at these words. He loved the cane when Liam was the one handling it. Being caned by a stranger, even a skilled one, was another matter. And a cane in the hands of someone who was unskilled could be very dangerous, cutting the skin and even drawing blood.
No one had asked his opinion. Nevertheless he could have protested. He could have opted out. But he wanted to make Liam proud. He kept quiet.
He heard Matthew speak for his sub. “Phillip loves the cane. He’s a total pain whore. You can beat him bloody and he’ll just say, ‘Please, Sir, can I have another?’ Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” Phillip replied in his silky, feminine tenor.
“What about you, Daniel? Do you have the balls, or does Phillip win by default?” Matthew’s tone was teasing but he gripped Daniel’s scrotum, squeezing hard as he spoke.
