Eventually, Viv needed him to go and get some moss, so he had to stand up, take out the gag, and go outside again.
“I don’t understand what this means, about sending the puppet through the doorway,” Viv said when Sasha deposited an armful of damp moss on the table to join the other various and sundry items he’d been sent to collect.
“Can’t help you there, babe,” he said, waiting expectantly. “But if you need to work out some frustration, I’m here for that.”
Viv scratched his back and smiled distractedly at him, and Sasha shivered until she gave him a smack on the side of the face that wasn’t hard enough by far.
Micah walked by to show her something, and he pulled Sasha’s hair as he passed. He always gave Sasha a look when he did it, though, as if he was still not sure that hecould.
The problem was, by day two of fetching a thousand raw ingredients—and some things he had to go searching for, like twine and beads and glass—Sasha was so desperate to be properly hurt he couldn’t see straight. The casual hair pulls and slaps were awesome, but Viv and Micah were… distracted when they did it, and while Sasha understoodwhy, logically, his masochism didn’t.
On the third day, when they were trying to make puppets of moss, twigs, and twine do… something—he wasn’t sure exactly what youcoulddo with the world’s least cuddly doll—he realized he was in a bit of a state.
“Okay, hang on for a second. Your submissive has something to say,” Sasha said, facing them with his hands on his hips. “And that something is, I’m glad you’re working hard, but I’ve spent three days half-under, and you’re gonna need to put up or shut up, as we say in the fighting pits.”
“What?” Micah frowned. “Is— Are you all right?”
“Um, no, I’m not all right! The hair pulling, the smacking—it’s so fucking great, but you gotta give memore. I’m dying here.” Sasha was whining, but he couldn’t help it. “I’m happy to let you take your frustrations out on me, and I know we’re trying to fix this whatever-it-is, but… help a guyout, yeah?”
Micah and Viv glanced at each other, and then they looked guiltily at Sasha.
“We didn’t mean to ignore you,” Viv said.
“We didn’t,” Micah added, and he looked devastated, which… no.
“No, no, that’s the thing, see?” Sasha waved his hands. “You’re not. That’s what I’m getting at. I love helping, and if helping means ‘Fetch stuff and get your hair pulled,’that’s the best, right? But I’m pretty worked up; I can’t lie.”
Viv smiled, walked over, and twisted his nipple. Sasha hadn’t been wearing a shirt for days, in the hopes it would help convince them to see to him properly. “Our submissive needs us, Micah. I suppose a break couldn’t hurt.”
“No, no, baby, itshouldhurt. C’mon, stop teasing.”
“It would probably help clear our heads.” Viv was smiling, that grin of hers that meant he was going to get what he wanted, and then some. “Micah, do you want to do a little magic practice? I should show you how to use it on Sasha.”
“Oh, fuck,yes,you should,” Sasha agreed, his cock half-hard just at the thought. “Micah, the best thing about magic is how you can use it to make me scream.”
“And to heat baths,” Viv said dryly. “But yes. Also that. Go strip and lie on the bed, Sasha. I’ll give Micah a few pointers before we join you.”
Sasha gave a whoop and lifted her up, kissing her soundly before returning her to her feet. Then he grabbed Micah, who made a strangled sound and grabbed wildly at Sasha’s bare shoulders. He laughed when Sasha kissed him, too, and then shook his head when Sasha set him down again.
“That you can justdothat,” he said, and Sasha winked at him, then hurried to the bedroom before either of them changed their mind.
He could hear the low murmur of their voices as Viv explained the electrical magic and how she used it. Sasha, eager to feel said magic, shucked his boots, socks, and pants and climbed naked onto the bed.
When Viv and Micah entered, they had matching expressions of dominants up to no good, and Sasha grinned.
“You’re—already?” Micah shook his head.
“I’m a simple man, boss.” Sasha put his hands under his head and bucked his hips up, showing off his hard cock. “I’m gonna get hurt by both my doms? What do you expect?”
“Smack his cock, Micah. He likes it,” Viv said. “And he deserves it.”
“Does he?” Micah smiled, moved over to the bed, and reached out… and slapped Sasha’s cock sharply enough that warmth blossomed in Sasha’s belly.
“Hell yeah, he does.” Sasha breathed out, trying not to beg for more. “You know what you could do?”
Micah grabbed Sasha’s hair. “Make you be quiet and take what we give you, then thank us for it?”
“That sounds about right,” Viv murmured.
