Noah looked at Luke lying there, then at me, then at Kamal. “No. I’m okay watching. I don’t want to do anything.”
Kamal nodded. “No problem, Noah. And thank you for your honesty. I’m glad you’re staying because this is going to get better.” Kamal turned to me. “Take off the other one.”
The muscles of Luke’s ass clenched and released as he waited for me to follow Kamal’s order. He frantically licked his lips as his chest rose and fell with anticipation.
I released the other clamp.
Luke howled again and arched off the table, then collapsed back with breathless whimpers and full body tremors.
Kamal reassured us. “He’s all right. The intensity dissipates after a few seconds, but can be quite uncomfortable at first.”
Luke hadn’t safeworded, so I had to assume Kamal was right. “Okay. Good.”
Kamal smiled and winked at me. “If you kiss them, they’ll recover quicker.”
I glanced at Kamal, wondering if he wanted to see me do this. Then decided I didn’t care. I bent forward and kissed Luke’s tortured right nipple, pressing gently, then moved to the left one.
Luke whimpered and sighed with relief, clenching and unclenching his fists.
“Very nice. Now I need to move him.”
“Are you done?” Noah asked Kamal.
“Not quite. But soon. By the way, I can see your erection Noah. I thought Luke might want to know. And Jensen, also.”
“You pricks,” Luke said, but his statement held no conviction, and only made me smile and Noah laugh.
“You won’t be laughing when I bend you over my knee tonight,” Luke murmured, voice rough and exhausted.
“Promises, promises,” Noah said, obviously feeling better.
With a casual efficiency, Kamal undid Luke’s restraints and helped him stand, then bent him over the foot of the table, tying his ankles to the bottom of the table legs and his wrists to each other behind his back. Luke’s caged cock jutted below the edge of the table, his ass on display for whatever Kamal wanted to do.
Which was slap his buttock a couple of times with the flat of his hand, causing Luke to whimper. Luke’s skin was already pink and still had the white marks from the day before although they were faded.
“You’ve been such a bad boy,” Kamal muttered, slapping Luke’s ass hard again. “Whatever am I going to do with you?” Kamal tsked and shook his head. Then he picked up the plug’s remote. “For one thing, I’m putting this on high. Because I know the sensation will drive you mad, seeing as your little prick is all caged up.”
I had to give props to Kamal; he was a right bastard.
“Oh God, Kamal, you asshole,” Luke muttered, groaning and twisting, thrusting his caged cock futilely into the air as the humming of the plug became louder.
“Be still. And take your punishment.”
Luke whimpered. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Fuck, Kamal, my ass is so sore, and I need to come so bad.”
“Good. Then you’ll remember we don’t accept lying here at the BCR. Or trespassing.”
Luke made a sound like he was about to protest but Kamal cut him off.
“Or stealing. Did Adam say you could use his room?”
“No.”
“Or his bathtub?”
“No.”
“Or his bubble bath?”
