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“I don’t recall giving my toys permission to fuck,” he said. He spoke so casually, but Lucas froze upon hearing his words.
The silence stretched for several moments before Lucas hissed, “Are you going to stop me?”
Manson laughed, taking another sip of his coffee before he got off his seat. “I’ll let you play, don’t worry. But you’re going to do it on my terms.”
Lucas growled again. He couldn’t stop touching me; his hands were heavy as he gripped and caressed me. Manson tipped his head tightly to the side, eyes narrowing.
“I’m going to need to restrain you, aren’t I?” he said. His words quickened with excitement, as if the idea delighted him.
Lucas nipped my sensitive skin again and I groaned. He was grinding against me desperately, as if he knew he was running out of time. Manson stalked closer. His expression grew a little more wicked with every step. Lucas went still, and a shiver went over him when Manson reached his side.
Manson rubbed his hand slowly over Lucas’s back: up his spine, over his shoulders, as if he was soothing him. Then he settled his grip on the nape of Lucas’s neck, his fingers digging in as he said coldly, “Playtime is over.”
***
Manson marched us upto his bedroom, and made us undress each other as he watched. He barely had to touch us to exercise control. After Lucas had stripped me down, Manson ordered me to undress him in return. He made me pull off Lucas’s boots, his socks, his jumpsuit. I had to remove his underwear with my teeth, keeping my hands clasped obediently behind my back.
Manson had a short, stiff, leather crop in his hand, and he gave me a sharp tap with it every time he gave me an order. “Now open the bottom drawer on my dresser, and fetch the muzzle for me.”
Scrambling to obey, I crawled to the dresser and slid open the drawer. Various restraints made of leather and metal lay within. It took me a moment, but I grabbed the closest thing to a muzzle I could find and brought it back, carrying it in my mouth.
Lucas was on his knees at Manson’s feet, and he glowered at the muzzle as if it had insulted him.
Manson stood behind Lucas, almost straddling him with his legs. He pulled Lucas’s head back, forcing the man to gaze up at him as he said,
“You have a hard time restraining yourself,” he said, nodding, as if Lucas was a very silly thing who would struggle to understand. But Lucas was nodding his head quickly, almost desperate to agree. “So your Master has to help you, isn’t that right?” Lucas nodded again, his breath coming faster as Manson fastened the leather straps around his head. The metal cage was secured over his mouth and nose, effectively taking away his ability to bite. But Manson wasn’t done.
“Kneel there,” he told me, pointing beside the bed. I scrambled into place and waited there on my knees.
Manson went to the bottom drawer and chose another item from within, although I had no idea what it was until he’d fit it onto Lucas. Then I realized it was a cock ring. The sight of the twin black rings sitting around the base of his shaft and his balls made my mouth water.
“Disobedient puppies need to be kept on a leash,” Manson said, returning to the drawer once again. Lucas waited obediently until he returned, then took a slow deep breath as Manson strapped a thick leather collar around his neck. He attached a leash to it, allowing the leash to drag on the floor when he said, “Go. Kneel next to Jess.”
Lucas obeyed. The two of us waited there, side by side, as Manson paced in front of us. He kept tapping the leather crop against the leg of his pants, the leather hissing as it whipped through the air. Every impact made a little shiver go up my back.
My eyes remained fixed on Manson’s boots, my gaze respectfully low. The very act of paying him respect was arousing for me now. Waiting there in silence, as he decided what to do with us, made me ravenous with desire.
Manson stopped in front of me, and tucked his fingers under my chin to lift my head. I gazed into his eyes as a hot visceral feeling crept into my stomach.
“Open up,” he said.
He fit a black ball gag between my teeth and strapped it around my head. It wasn’t too large, and there were holes in the ball so I could breathe with ease. Manson had a proud smile on his face and he traced his fingers over my lips, spread around the gag.
“I love you, angel,” he whispered, leaning down and kissing my forehead. The words made me squirm with pleasure; I would have smiled if my mouth hadn’t been preoccupied.
Mason moved over to Lucas next, who lifted his caged face as Manson reached down. He hooked his fingers through the bars of the muzzle, giving it a little shake. Lucas looked at him like he was in awe, like he wanted to close his eyes but couldn’t.
“I love you, pup,” he said, his voice so tender that Lucas shivered.
“I love you too, sir.” His voice was so much softer than I was used to hearing it. He adjusted his position, straightening his back, sliding his knees out so his legs were spread wider. A thick pearly-white drip streaked down the head of his cock, some of it clinging to the shiny metal of his piercing.
“Both of you, turn around,” Manson said. “Remain on your knees, face the bed, hands on the mattress.”
As I stretched out my arms on the bed, I was vibrating with excitement, trembling with need. A few moments of silence passed, punctuated only by that slowthump, thump, thumpof Manson’s boots behind us.
“Who wants it first?” he said, and he didn’t need to elaborate for me to know he was talking about the leather crop.
Before I could whimper my acquiescence, Lucas said, “I do, sir.”
