He smiled. “You’re both…you’re like sex gods or something.”
“You inspire us. Look how gorgeous you are. And so, so sweet,” Luke murmured, bending to kiss him gently on his slack lips.
I had never seen Luke so vulnerable, so enraptured. His obvious emotion made my heart hurt in a strange but not unpleasant way.
Then Luke sat up and shot me a salacious gaze. “Okay, cowboy. Now for the fun part.”
I cocked my head. “Fun for me or fun for you?”
He licked his lips and shot me a coy smile. “You want to see how a guy can come wearing a cage like this?”
Uh, yeah. “Indubitably.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Nice. I love a guy with a big vocabulary.”
I grinned.
“Anyway, Noah can watch, or he can go to sleep, whatever he wants. But I need your cock since I can’t use mine.” He licked his lips as his eyes locked on my erection. “Okay?”
“Sure. Do I get to come?”
Luke laughed. “If you do everything I tell you.” He gestured to the mattress. “On your back.”
I rolled onto my back, hand automatically going to my cock and stroking, eager for whatever would come next.
“Can you be good and keep your hands by your head, or do I need to tie them with something?”
My stroking hand froze, and I made a strange sound in my throat. “Uh…”
“Never mind. Your reaction answered my question.” Luke stood up and padded around the small shed, eyes scanning dark recesses and hidden corners. “Aha,” he said, grabbing a length of old rope from a pile of junk by the door. He reached in his backpack as he passed and brought out a bottle of lube and a condom, which he tossed onto the bed beside me.
“Better use some good knots, Luke,” Noah said, moving closer and trying to stifle a yawn. “He’ll probably fight the restraints.”
Luke grinned, his eyes glinting in the lamplight. “God, I hope so. Reach for the sky, pardner.”
I gazed into Noah’s calm blue eyes as I lifted my arms to reach above my head. Luke took his time with the rope, weaving the end in and out between my wrists, making sure everything was secure. When he finished, he pressed my bound wrists into the mattress as he kissed me hard, rubbing his metal-covered cock against my hip and making whimpering noises.
“Fuck, that hurts,” I hissed as the metal device pinched my skin.
“Yeah, try wearing the damn thing,” Luke muttered.
“No thanks.”
“Figured. Anyway, I have a knife in my bag,” Luke said.
At the expression on my face, he grinned. “To cut you loose if necessary, moron. Not for whatever you’re thinking. Not into blood play.”
“Thank God,” I said.
“Yeah. I’m good with sweat and come. And maybe piss since you mentioned it.” He laughed at the look on my face. “But we’ll save piss play for another time. Probably work better in the shower anyway.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Sure.”
I wasn’t scared of getting a little piss on me. And the degradation could make the whole D/s thing more exciting.
