Written By: Jodie
Special thanks to
Mel and Dizzy for their support and help in keeping these guys true to
themselves, and a very grateful thank-you to Teri for allowing me to play with
her characters.
(This is the
threesome’s follow-up story to ‘Daring Plans’)
Kyler raced
through the back porch and was about to set foot into the kitchen when Hugh’s
hollered ‘shoes’ stopped him in his tracks. He toed off his deck shoes and
haphazardly hung up his light jacket, or so he thought. In his rush to get
upstairs, he didn’t notice it missing the hook and falling to the floor. A
moment later, he was surprised to find himself face to face with a somewhat
perturbed doctor, not that Patrick’s expression intimidated the young man.
“And just where
have you two been?” Patrick queried, trying to keep a stern face in spite of
being accosted by an excitable bouncing Brat. He took a moment to study Kyler’s
face and then turned a questioning eye in Hugh’s direction.
“There’s a lot to this evening’s events you
may not be too anxious to hear about. But first we have a young partner who is
in desperate need of erotic gratification. He’s on a high, Patrick.”
“Not drugs, I
hope!” Patrick was flabbergasted.
“No, nothing that
horrendous,” Hugh calmly hastened to assure him. He raised his voice when Kyler
pushed himself out of Patrick’s clutches and headed towards the door leading to
the hallway. “Not so fast, Kyler! Let Patrick see your back.”
“Okay, but I’d
rather be undressing upstairs.” Kyler keenly suggested even while removing his
shirt by yanking it over his head rather than undoing the buttons. He also
undid the fly on his jeans and stepped out of them. Underwear and socks were
also removed and tossed on the floor.
Impatient to see
what Hugh was referring to, Patrick spun their naked Brat around and gently
grazed his fingers over the reddened skin he found there. “What did this?” he inquired
and glanced at Hugh for an answer.
“Kyler decided
against sharing the fact that the club he and his cohorts were going to was
holding their monthly fetish party. More poor decisions followed. Isn’t that
right, Kyler?” The older man merely rolled his eyes when his question elicited
nothing more than a flirtatious giggle. “Our boy met someone with a flogger.”
Patrick groaned
and shook his head in disbelief. “Well whoever was wielding it must have known
what they were doing,” he muttered as he examined Kyler’s back. “No abrasions
and no sign of bruising, although the skin is still a little warm to the
touch.”
Hugh walked over
and caressed the heated skin, while Kyler squirmed under their hands.
“Upstairs, Brat!” he ordered, landing a vigorous swat on the young man’s bare
clad bottom. There was no need for him to repeat the directive.
“What are we going
to do about these latest transgressions?” Patrick quietly asked as the sound of
running footsteps faded.
“At the moment,
not a thing. All can be discussed in the morning.” Hugh embraced his partner
and passionately kissed him. The kiss was returned with an equal amount of
fervor. “I wasn’t expecting you to be home before us. Usually when you get
called out for an emergency, you’re gone most the night,” he murmured several
moments later, his forehead pressed against Patrick’s.
“A toddler needed
a few stitches. It was the calming of his mother that took the most time. But
I’m ready for bed now.”
“I hope you aren’t
planning to sleep because we’ve a young lover who is right now waiting for us
to satisfy his sexual fantasies.” Hugh enticingly squeezed one of Patrick’s
butt cheeks.
“Oh, I think I can
stay awake long enough to assist you in that endeavor,” Patrick lightheartedly
teased as he pulled away and stooped to gather up Kyler’s scattered clothing.
They walked up to
the master suite together and chuckled at the sight of their younger partner
stretched out of the bed with a dreamy expression on his face and a fully erect
penis in his hand.
“Leave that alone,
Kyler,” Hugh growled. “We'll take care of it.” Neither of the older men was long
in stripping and then joining their antsy lover.
Quite a while
later, two Tops were supporting a well-sated Brat in the shower. Patrick gently
washed Kyler’s hair at the same time that Hugh was sponging down the young
man’s sweaty body.
Patrick wondered
about Kyler’s sudden quietness, but Hugh had a strong suspicion of what might
be happening with their partner. It was when they were back in bed that his
hunch was confirmed.
Hugh felt the
tremors running through Kyler and calmly queried, “What is it, babe?” He knew
his Brat was crashing, somewhat harder than he would have anticipated.
“I’m so sorry,”
came the muffled reply as Kyler buried his face deeper into Hugh’s shoulder.
“For?” Hugh sensed
Patrick’s interest, even though the other man remained silent.
“Everything that
happened tonight; everything I did that I shouldn’t have,” Kyler mumbled, his
sadness very much evident.
“I think you
should list your errors in judgment.”
“To begin with, I
should have told you about the fetish thing,” the young man ruefully admitted.
“Why didn’t you?”
Hugh maintained a soothing tenor while gently rubbing circles on Kyler’s back.
“I was afraid
you’d say no,” Kyler grudgingly confessed.
“That’s too bad,
because your fear was unwarranted. I would have accompanied you had I known.”
“Really?” Kyler
lifted his head and stared in shock at his older partner while Patrick barely
prevented himself from expressing his surprise. “Would you have played a part?
Maybe by being my Dom?” the younger of the two rather astonished men asked.
“Well, I’m not too
sure about that. I guess it would have depended on how the evening had proceeded.”
Kyler dropped his
head and sighed at the realization of just how much he'd probably lost as a
result of not being totally up front with his partners. “And I’d even decided
against participating before we left for the club,” he lamented.
“But allowed
Cameron’s dare to prod you into permitting a stranger to flog you,” Hugh
meaningfully reminded him.
“Oh, Ky, not
another dare,” Patrick murmured, his disappointment obvious. “Do you have any
idea at all of the potential danger you put yourself in?”
Kyler merely
nodded and whispered a heartfelt, “I’m sorry. As much as I want to, I can’t
change it now.” The guilt was threatening to overwhelm him and he didn’t know
how to make things better. “I kinda thought letting a woman touch me wouldn’t
be as bad as letting a man do it, but it was; even though I pretended it was
Hugh doing it. I felt that letting someone touch me was even worse than accepting
the dare.” Tears started falling in earnest at that point.
After sending a
silent message to Patrick, Hugh nodded, gently slid Kyler off his chest and got
to his feet. Both men acknowledged that this matter had to be cleared up as
soon as possible. There was no way they’d let it hang over their Brat until
morning.
The older man
fetched a pair of boxers out of his dresser and slipped them on. “Come with me,
Kyler,” he ordered.
It was an unhappy
man who reluctantly obeyed the directive and walked over to his dresser in
search of clean underwear.
“Don’t bother,
Kyler. You’re not going to need them,” Hugh informed him and lead the way out
of the room and downstairs to the study.
Patrick purposely
decided to stay where he was. He felt it was best if Hugh handled the situation
as he’d been the one doing most the questioning. Besides, hard as it was to
admit, Patrick did not think himself capable of watching the daunting penalty he
instinctively knew his fellow Top was going to hand out. He’d seen the resolve
in the older man’s expression and his heart went out to him.
Kyler was a minute
or two behind Hugh and missed seeing what had been removed from the bottom
drawer of the desk. He quietly closed the door and turned around. He blanched
when he saw what his Top was holding. Neither of his partners had ever
physically punished him with anything other than their hand.
“I’m sorry,” he
whispered tearfully, wiping at his eyes.
“I know you are. I
am too. I’d hoped there’d never be a need to use this, but I am determined to
break you of this dangerous habit you seem unable to break on your own. Do you
understand, Kyler?” Hugh sat down and placed the paddle beside him. He wasn’t
one iota happier about any of this than was his young partner but knew he couldn’t
afford to appear at all lenient. “This inability to ignore dares is about to
come to a screeching halt. You’re about to find out just how serious I am
concerning this matter.”
Intimately
studying the older man’s face, Kyler knew he could refuse to comply. He knew he
could walk out of the room. He chose not to. The guilt wouldn’t let him. He
needed this and on some level, badly wanted it. He also trusted both his Tops
to never cause him harm. Pain when warranted, yes; but never harm. Even still,
he was afraid of the unknown. Yet he stoically made his way towards the
impending punishment.
Hugh was humbled
by the amount of trust his young partner was exhibiting. He took both Kyler’s
hands in his and looked up at the conscience-stricken man in front of him.
“Sometime tomorrow, Kyler, you will be sitting on a rather tender backside and
writing lines that pertain to you deliberately withholding information.”
Kyler merely
nodded, too inundated with rioting emotions to verbalize his agreement. Shame,
sorrow, guilt, self-disappointment all vied for attention.
“Right now,
however, you are going to be soundly spanked for allowing a stranger to touch
what belongs to Patrick and me despite knowing we’d disapprove of such conduct.
You are then going to be paddled for that bloody ‘dare’ business.” Sensing
Kyler’s understandable fear, Hugh firmly hauled his naked Brat down across his
thighs and immediately raised his right arm, bringing it down hard with a resounding
smack. There was no other warning given, nor was there a slow but steady
build-up. He spanked hard and fast from the first wallop.
It only took a
couple of swats to start the tears flowing again, only now they were
accompanied by yelps and a struggling body. Kyler couldn’t help but kick his
legs and try to get out of the way of what felt like a hand of steel. He was a
mess by the time that hand stopped falling and found it almost impossible to
catch his breath.
Unfortunately,
there was more to come as Hugh picked up the paddle. He applied six brisk
whacks to an extremely sore bottom, eliciting raspy cries of pain from the very
repentant man over his lap. He tossed what he hoped would become a redundant
implement unto the coffee table and set about comforting his sobbing partner.
Hugh knew the spanking
and subsequent paddling were nowhere near as harsh as they could have been, but
he also realized Kyler had no way of appreciating that fact as he had no
comparison to make. He stretched out on the sofa and dragged Kyler along with
him. Then he pulled the soft afghan off the headrest to cover them both.
It took quite a
while for Kyler to calm down and zone out. His butt was on fire, but overall he
was feeling much better. While this sometimes confused him, he didn’t question
it. He was content just to accept it. His world had been set back on its’ axis
and that’s all that matter at this point in time. He was resting face-down
across his chastiser’s, now comforter’s, body and wrapped in a cocoon of warmth.
Strong arms surrounded him, letting him know he’d been forgiven; making him
feel cared-for and well loved.
The heart-wrenching
sobs had ebbed by the time Patrick entered the study. He grimaced when he saw
the paddle and hastily returned it to the desk drawer and out of sight,
hopefully never to be brought out again. Sitting down on the coffee table, he
reached over and tenderly raked his fingers through Kyler’s damp hair. He gazed
into Hugh’s tired looking face and sighed deeply.
“Check him out,
love, please,” Hugh quietly requested.
Patrick did his
lover’s bidding and softly whistled at the sight of the reddened bottom. He put
out a hand to lightly touch the skin and felt the heat radiating from it. But
as painful as it looked, there was no permanent damage done and no evidence of
bruising. “He’ll be all right, Hugh,” the doctor assured his partner.
“Let’s get him
upstairs then.”
Once settled in
bed, the adrenalin rush Hugh had been experiencing dissipated and left him in a
rather mellow state of mind.
With their Brat
slumbering peacefully between them, Hugh and Patrick spent several minutes reflectively
discussing the evening’s events. Both happy it was behind them.
Just as they were
falling asleep, a recollection popped into Hugh’s head causing him to snort
with laughter.
“What’s that for?”
Patrick inquired, suspecting more of this evening’s tomfoolery was about to be
shared.
“You probably
would have been as royally entertained as I was, albeit a bit embarrassed, by
our Brat’s babbling on the drive home from the club.” Hugh’s rendition of what
had taken place during that car ride kept the two older men awake for a while
longer. But sleep finally won out and fortunately their quiet conversation hadn’t
disturbed their Brat’s slumber.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next day found
Kyler working on the second part of his punishment. He felt the arm dropping on
his shoulder and leaned into the warm hug. He’d lost count as to how many times
this had happened over the past few hours but still relished the comfort and
encouragement being offered.
“How’s it going,
sweetheart?” Hugh inquired, looking at the sheet of paper Kyler was presently writing
on.
“Only a few left
to do.” Kyler momentarily put down his pencil and stretched his fingers.
“Good man.” Hugh
placed a light kiss on Kyler’s head and went back to folding the last load of
laundry.
They’d spent most the
morning within reach of each other. Hugh had made breakfast while Kyler had
called a few clients and rearranged his schedule for the week, enabling him to
free up the day. Patrick had long since left for the clinic after once again
checking Kyler’s backside, so the two of them had eaten together while standing
at the kitchen counter.
After placing a
tablet and pencils in front of Kyler with a directive to write out the
statement at the top of the page two hundred times, Hugh had set about
‘puttering’ as Patrick would call it. The older man stayed close by, only
leaving the room to go downstairs when the washer or dryer needed emptying.
It had briefly
entered Kyler’s head to ask why he’d been allowed to write his lines standing
up, but he figured it might be better not to push his luck. He was sure there
was a reason behind it and that he’d probably find out eventually. He shifted
uncomfortably. His legs were getting tired and his hand hurt, but even so he
plugged away at his assignment.
Another ten
minutes and Kyler wrote for the last time, ‘From now on when seeking approval
to go out for the evening, I will not only inform my partners of my whereabouts
but also the details of the type of venue and any activities I plan to
participate in’. He heaved out a deep sigh of relief, dropped his pencil and
gathered up the sheets of papers.
It had taken him
over four and a half hours to complete the task. He’d made sure not to skip any
lines. He’d pulled that stunt once before, thinking his Top wouldn’t notice.
Fat chance! He’d received a hefty swat for each line he’d intentionally omitted
and knew his butt wouldn’t be able to handle that kind of attention.
“It’s done, Hugh,’
Kyler happily announced as he held up his lists and waved them in the air.
“Good man,” Hugh
praised, reaching for the assignment. “Now go upstairs and get dressed. We’ve
an errand to run in Kelowna.”
“What!” Kyler
suddenly understood why he’d been allowed to stand. “That’s a ninety minute
drive!” Where he normally enjoyed outings with his partner, at the moment he
was far from thrilled with the idea.
“Yes, it is. You
might want to bring a pillow along.”
There was
obviously no great amount of empathy from that quarter, so Kyler huffed and
turned on his heel. He grumbled the entire time while reluctantly adhering to
his Top’s instructions.
“You can be mean
at times, ya know, Hugh,” Kyler complained as he shifted once again to find a
way to sit without putting too much pressure on his still very tender rear end.
Although this Top of his could seem harsh at times, Kyler knew beyond a doubt
that he was cherished despite his shortcomings.
“Hmm, the
aftermath of making bad choices aren’t pleasant, are they?” Hugh reached over
to lovingly squeeze Kyler’s knee. “We’ll be there soon, babe. I think you’re
going to find the trip was worth it.” He smiled at the thought of the surprise
he had in store for his unique and dearly loved Brat.
By the time Hugh
finally pulled over to the curb and turned off the engine, it felt like it had
been hours since they’d left the house. Kyler couldn’t wait to get out of the
car. He stood on the sidewalk in this strange area of town and looked around in
confusion at what appeared to be a row of abandoned shops or small warehouses.
“There’s nothin’ here!”
“It’s not easily
recognized from the street, sweetheart.” Hugh took Kyler’s arm and steered him
towards the building and through a door that opened up to a world of absolute
delight for anyone interested in expanding their fetish fantasies. Unknown to
either man, this store had been patronized by several other Jade Heights citizens.
Kyler just stared,
wide-eyed and completely tongue-tied. He was startled by a voice booming across
the large room.
“Can I be of any
help?”
“Whoa!” Kyler
exclaimed upon recognizing the man behind the counter. “You were one of the
monitors at the party last night!”
“That’s right! I’m
George and I am a member of the BDSM community. I am also the owner of this establishment.”
“Oh, right. I’m
Kyler and this is my partner, Hugh. He’ll have to tell you why we’re here as
I’m kinda afraid to guess in case I’m disappointed.”
George smiled and
shook hands with the elder of his two customers before glancing back at Kyler.
“You’re the newbie Sophie was playing with, aren’t you?” Getting a slight nod,
he continued. “I gotta tell you, young man, you’d never find a better person
for your initiation to the joys of flogging.”
Kyler smiled and
looked up at Hugh. “Bet I could,” he murmured.
Hugh wrapped a
beefy arm around Kyler’s waist and pulled him closer. He would have been more
demonstrative had they not been in a public place. “We’re here to purchase a
couple of floggers, George.” He felt a startled jolt against his side and
grinned. “You can do the choosing, Brat,” he whispered for Kyler’s ears only. “We’ll
see just how well Sophie taught you.”
“You’re gonna use
it on me, right?”
“Of course.”
“Tonight?”
“Probably.”
Fighting to
control his excitement, Kyler took his time picking out the items he thought
would be most suitable. He first chose a handcrafted flogger made of light gray deer hide on an eight inch
leather-covered handle. It had a dozen tails approximately ten inches in length
and weighing just under a pound. His second choice was soft suede flogger
attached to a free-moving swivel type handle that allowed the lashes to spin
freely so they wouldn’t get easily tangle. This particular model had half-inch
wide lashes, sixteen inches long for use in tighter spaces like bedrooms.
George had instinctively picked-up on the older man having possibly been
a Dom at one time, but had no way of knowing Hugh’s level of expertise, if any.
And of course he already knew the younger man was a novice wanting to explore.
“Those are excellent choices,” he encouraged, and went on to offer his
own vast experience with the items placed before him. He nodded his approval
when Hugh plunked down another item. It was a nice rabbit hide flogger designed
for sensitive areas, four small three-inch lashes hanging from a five-inch
handle and perfect for delivering those extra sensations to more delicate parts
of a sub’s body.
“I think we need something else,” Kyler mused. “Handcuffs, cause I don’t
think I’ll be able to hold still for long.”
“Don’t worry, babe. I already have a bondage idea in mind.”
When Hugh didn’t elaborate, Kyler wisely held off from asking. His trust
in this man as his partner, lover and Top was without reservation. Equally so was
his trust in him as his soon to be Dom and he wanted Hugh to know that. He also
wanted more surprises when they finally got around to playing out a scene.
It was on the drive home that Kyler remembered something that had been
niggling at the back of his brain. “I think I had a nightmare last night,” he mumbled,
voicing his thought out loud.
“What about?” Hugh asked, dividing his attention between the road and his
partner.
“Well, you and I were driving; it was dark and I am pretty sure it had
been raining. I mostly recall babbling about some rather private stuff. Thing
is, I have a feeling we were not alone in the car.”
“It wasn’t your nightmare, Kyler. It was mine!” Hugh grumbled and rolled
his eyes.
“Huh?” Kyler sounded bewildered.
“We were driving home from the club, you were nattering non-stop about
our sex life, and we did have passengers.”
“Passengers? Oh man, let me guess. Chad and Cameron, right?” Kyler
cringed at the thought. “Why didn’t you shut me up?”
“Well, short of gagging you and tying your hands behind your back so you
couldn’t remove the gag, there wasn’t too much I could do about it.” Hugh
chuckled at his Brat’s groan of mortification. “It was no big deal, sweetheart.
You were on an endorphin high and completely uninhibited by conventional forms
of decorum. You merely veered off from your normal behaviour. And while Cameron
may have believed some of your detailed chronicles of our bedroom activities,
I’m sure Chad realized there was a good deal of exaggeration involved. In all
honesty, I have to confess to getting somewhat ill at ease when you began
spouting off measurements of mine and Patrick’s ‘junk’ as you called it. But
fortunately we arrived at our guests’ home just as the entertainment value of
your blathering was rapidly changing from mildly uncomfortable to painfully awkward.”
“Oh my God, I am so sorry, Hugh.” Kyler hid his face in his hands and
softly inquired, “Am I in trouble?”
“If you were, love, I would have already brought up the issue. Now forget
about it. Like I said, it was no big deal.”
Kyler pulled his legs up so he could lay his head on his knees. He was
having a hard time coming to grips with his appalling performance. How could
Hugh be so nonchalant about it? And what would Patrick say if he ever found
out?
“Kyler!” Hugh growled menacingly. “I told you to stop fretting about it,
and I expect to be obeyed! Understood?”
“Yes, sir!” Kyler
bolted upright and let his feet slip down to the floor. He immediately began
work on curtailing his brooding. Glancing over at his Top, he knew from Hugh’s
expression that the subject matter better be dropped or else. So he focused on
another happier topic. “How about we pick up a pizza for supper?”
“No! I have a
chicken fricot in the slow cooker.”
“With dumplings?”
“Naturally.”
“Guess we’re gonna
want to build up stamina for tonight’s scene, huh?” Kyler lay back against the
head rest and closed his eyes. A wistful smile lit up his face as he imagined
the fun this evening had in store for them.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kyler was going
crazy. Hugh had insisted they keep their planned activity a surprise for
Patrick, and the younger man had narrowly missed letting the cat out of the bag a couple
of times. The fact that he was impatient and couldn’t sit still wasn’t at all
helpful.
“Whatever is the
matter with you, Kyler? You’re fidgeting as if you’re anxious about something.
Exactly what have you been up to?” Patrick wanted to know, eyeing his Brat
suspiciously.
“How could he have
been up to anything, Patrick? He spent the entire day with me,” Hugh answered
while sending their young partner a silent message to smarten up and settle
down.
“Humph, you
probably let him fill up on all kinds of junk food. He’s going to be flying
high for hours yet.” Patrick was
buttering a roll and missed the smirk Kyler sent Hugh’s way. The good doctor
had no idea of how close he was to the truth.
“I guess that’s
true. You’d likely consider lunch at the DQ followed by an ice cream sundae as
unhealthy and a food type that could wind a person up,” Hugh readily agreed and
winked at Kyler.
“It certainly
wasn’t the healthiest choice you could have made.” Patrick muttered and shook
his head, but kept his smile hidden. His half-hearted protest let his partners
know he wasn’t overly put out by their selection. Although still convinced they
were keeping something from him, he decided not to push it. He knew from past
experience that he’d find out in due time.
Finally the meal
was over and the kitchen put to rights. It was not a minute too soon for Kyler
as he raced up the stairs closely trailed by his two Tops.
They quickly
striped and showered, customarily preparing for an evening of love-making; or
so Patrick thought.
The two older men
slipped on briefs at Hugh’s suggestion while Kyler remained naked.
“I’ve something to
confess, Patrick,” Hugh began, tossing an unmarked plastic bag on the bed and
sitting down. “Make yourself comfortable,” he suggested. “Both of you please,”
he added when Kyler appeared reluctant to settle down and just listen.
“Patrick, I have a
little more experience in the BDSM scene than I let on a couple of weeks ago
when the subject was first brought up. I was what some might refer to as a Dom-in-training
during my university days. Clarence, who I told you about, was more than a good
friend; he was my mentor.”
“Why did you
stop?” Kyler asked, suddenly all ears.
“I decided being a
Dom was not something I wanted to pursue. I didn’t care for one night stands or
even short-lived relationship with temporary subs. I realized I wanted more. I
wanted a full relationship complete with the love, the caretaking, the privilege
of supporting the one I love in his efforts to fulfill his aspirations in life,
the joy of watching him grow with the help of my guidance and discipline. Eventually
I determined there was no
longer a need for me to expand what ability I’d managed to acquire and I
eventually stopped attending the club. Clarence and I still remained good
friends for quite a while longer.”
“Why have you
never told me about all this, Hugh?” Patrick looked a little hurt.
“Because I never
thought I’d be revisiting that part of my life, love. It just lost its’
importance for a few years. But our relationship is shifting somewhat with
Kyler’s interest in the scene. So I think it’s time I polish my somewhat
limited skills.” Hugh handed the unopened package to Patrick. “Look and see
what Kyler and I purchased today.”
Even though he’d
grudgingly accepted the logic behind Hugh’s explanation, Patrick still glanced a
bit apprehensively between his two partners for a brief moment before dumping
the contents of the bag onto the bed. The expression of utter shock that
crossed his face caused Kyler to burst out laughing. He tentatively picked up
the smallest item and held it at arm’s length, wondering if he was prepared for
this sudden change in their relationship.
“I take it you
plan to use this?” he questioned unnecessarily.
“I do.” Hugh
struggled to appear less amused and a lot more serious.
“And just where
did you imagine I’d fit into the picture? I certainly have no intention of ever
wielding one of these things.” Patrick dropped the flogger as if it was burning
his fingers.
“Well, I was
hoping you’d be willing to act as our bondage equipment.”
This comment
startled even Kyler who up until now had been listening intently to the
conversation. “Whoa, how’s that gonna work?” he inquired before Patrick had a
chance to.
“Come over here
with me and I’ll show you,” Hugh invited, getting off the bed and moving
towards the big leather recliner-rocker in the corner. “You sit down first,
Patrick, and get comfortable with the chair as far back as it will go. Kyler,
straddle him face down so he can wrap his legs around yours and hold your arms
up over your head.” He waited until the other men were in position. “And voila,
Patrick becomes your very own human St. Andrews cross.”
Kyler shifted to
get as comfortable as possible, using his elbows and knees to keep from being a
dead weight on the man beneath him. He grinned up at Patrick and dropped a
quick kiss on his lips. “I kinda like this!” he zealously exclaimed. “Ready
anytime you are, Hugh. Or should I make that, Sir?”
“’Sir’ is as it
should be, boy!” Hugh agreed, leaning closer and murmuring in his sub’s ear.
“And you are forbidden to cum until you receive permission to so do. Now, what
is your safe word?”
“I trust you, Sir.
I don’t need one.”
“Safe word!” Hugh
firmly insisted, landing a painful swat on Kyler’s bare butt.
“Jade,” the
younger man yelped. He wanted to reach around and rub at the handprint burning
there, but was unable to do so.
Patrick waited and watched with his gaze momentarily captivated by the implement dangling from Hugh’s right hand, while wordlessly praying Hugh knew what he was doing. He quickly found himself mesmerized by the older man’s dominant stance and was pleased to ascertain he’d actually had little to fear. ‘After all,’ he silently reasoned, ‘we both love our beloved Brat with every fiber of our beings and neither of us would ever do anything to harm him.’
He looked up and
locked eyes with Hugh. He relaxed when he saw the understanding and acceptance
of the temporary misgivings assailing him. He returned the smile that let him
know the moment that Hugh realized he’d come to grips with those reservations. Patrick’s
eyes slowly moved down Hugh’s athletic body, taking in the mass of dark curls on
the broad chest that tapered downward to hide below the waistband of the boxers
hanging low on the bigger man’s hips. Not surprisingly, the sight was arousing.
Hugh nodded as
Patrick’s gaze returned to meet his and he stepped back to lay the soft sensual
deer skin flogger across Kyler’s back, keeping it there and allowing Kyler time
to imagine what it was going to feel like. Then he began making it slowly rise
and fall to build anticipation and sensitize the area.
Kyler sighed
contentedly as he gave himself up to the sensations caused by the rhythmic
caress of the flogger. He lifted himself up in order to better feel the kiss of
each tail and delight in the building heat.
Hugh took his time,
keeping a close eye on Kyler. He switched to the suede flogger and gradually increased
the strength and speed. He grinned when seeing the dreamy expression on Kyler’s
face. One would almost think the young man was floating.
Patrick
observed in silence, marveling at this before unseen side of his fellow-Top and
a bit in awe of Hugh’s ability to dominate in this manner. As Kyler slipped
into sub-space, the good doctor gently stroked his Brat’s arms and offered
loving words of encouragement.
It
didn’t take long for the endorphin rush to hit. Kyler moaned out Hugh’s name as
he raised himself higher to meet the flogger, relishing the sting of the
implement rhythmically falling across his back. He started giggling and
grinding his erection against Patrick’s, their pre-com wetting the front of
Patrick’s boxers.
“Up
you get, boy,” Hugh instructed, helping Kyler to stand. “You haven’t been given
permission to cum yet, remember?” he asked as he guided his unsteady sub over
to their bed and made him lie down. Hugh was confident in his Brat retaining
this state of euphoria for quite some time yet.
Moving
around to the other side of the bed, he crooked a finger at Patrick. “I’d like
you to come here, love. But you might want to remove your boxers first.”
Patrick
did Hugh’s bidding, a little curious as to just where this was leading. At his
partner’s insistence, he stretched out next to Kyler, but bolted upward when he
saw the smaller rabbit-hide flogger in Hugh’s hand. “And exactly what are your
plans for that?” he asked somewhat determinedly.
“You’ve
taken on extra hours again, Patrick, due to one of your colleagues being ill
and another away on holiday. You’re stressed out and you’re overtired due to
not sleeping properly. I’d like to try something that I hope might alleviate
some of that.”
“I’m
not a sub, Hugh. I don’t consider the acquisition of a Dom in any way
appealing.”
“Those
are not the roles I expect either of us to take with each other, my love.”
“Then
exactly what are you asking me to do, Hugh?” Patrick eyes narrowed as his
suspicions grew.
Up to
now, Kyler had been watching the exchange with a great deal of interest. He
laid his hand on his Top’s arm and calmly said, “I think he’s asking you to
trust him, Patrick.”
Patrick’s
expression softened when his younger lover’s words hit home. He blushed,
humbled by the amount of trust this young man place in both his partners and by
the realization that he should be exhibiting the same. He slowly rolled unto
his stomach and grabbed his pillow to bunch under his head.
Hugh
began by unhurriedly caressing Patrick’s body from shoulder to toe with the
extra soft delicate flogger. It took several minutes for the signs of
diminishing tension to put in an appearance. It took even more time for Patrick
to reach the stage where a change of floggers was called for, and a great deal
longer still for the endorphins to kick in and send him flying.
Hugh
wasn’t at all surprised by this as he accepted Patrick’s mindset as being so
much different from Kyler’s. All the same, the older man was more than pleased
with the results. He put aside the implements he’d been playing with and straddled
Patrick’s thighs. Leaning over his back, he softly blew in Patrick’s ear before
inquiring, “How are you feeling, love?”
“Like
a bowl of jelly,” the other man barely managed to breathe out.
Hugh
moved back until his was bent over the lower part of Patrick’s body. Then he
slowly run his tongue from the top of the cleft between two beautiful rounded
globes, up Patrick’s spine and ending at the nape of his neck, where he nibbled
for a couple of seconds. “Hmm, you don’t taste like jelly,” he teased.
“Just
sweat, huh”
“Eau
de Patrick.” Hugh chuckled at the sound emanating from the man beneath him. It
was so out of character as his fellow-Top was definitely not a giggler. He
dropped a light kiss on Patrick’s head. “Think you can sleep now?”
The
response of 'uh-huh' was almost unheard.
Hugh
glanced over at Kyler, made note of the still somewhat dazed appearance, and crawled
in between his two lovers. Leaving Patrick to bliss out in peace, he turned his
attention to satisfying the sexual needs of his youngest partner.
“Good
job, boy, to wait so patiently. I promise to make it worth your while.” Hugh tweaked
Kyler’s nipples, causing them to harden. Next he ever so slowly ran his
fingertips lightly down his young lover’s quivering stomach until he reached
his pulsing erection. Bending closer, he licked along the underside of the
shaft before scraping his teeth over the now exposed head while fondling the
sac below it.
“Please,
Sir,” Kyler softly pleaded as his fingers repeatedly opened and closed around
the bed sheet he had clutched in his hands to keep from touching his Dom until
he received permission to do so. He felt the hot, wet mouth surrounding his engorged
member and was soon howling out an orgasm that left him simultaneously laughing
and crying.
Sometime
later, Hugh lay awake with a self-satisfied smile on his face and thought about
all that had transpired over the last couple of hours. He’d tried his hand at
being a Dom again and succeeded in fulfilling one partner’s fantasy. As for the
second partner, well looks like he’d discovered a new stress-reliever. He
smiled when Kyler shifted slightly and nestled even closer against his right
side. As he listened to the younger man’s light snoring, he felt Patrick’s head
move next to his left shoulder.
“Thank you, my
darling,” Patrick whispered sleepily.
“Anytime,
sweetheart,” Hugh tightened his embrace. “It was my pleasure.”
The End