McKenzie, Cooper - A Club Esoteria Christmas [Club Esoteria 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

“You’re going to need these when she’s finished,” the bartender said.

Gentry nodded. Yes, Antony would need plenty of liquids once Mistress finished punishing him. And knowing how administering punishment turned her on, both men would probably be dehydrated by the end of the night.

Carrying the bottles in one hand, he finished the trip across the room to where Mistress seemed to be finishing up with the flogger. He knelt at the edge of the area and set the bottles down next to her open toy bag.

“Ah, babe, just in time,” she said as she tossed him the flogger and checked Antony’s hands and feet to make sure they were still pink and warm. “Put that away and bring me the crop.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

As Gentry did as instructed, his cock began to throb at the excitement of having his brother-slave home again. He knew that for the next few days Mistress would focus her attention on Antony, but he hoped it would not be too long before the three of them would romp together in the big bed in their apartment.

He handed her the crop then waited for instructions.

“Go around in front of pet and take off his jock. Kneel in front of him and take his cock in your mouth. You will then count as I give him his punishment strokes.”

“Mistress?”

He was shocked when she grabbed him and pulled him close so she could speak soft words directly into his ear. “I know you’re wanting to expand your boundaries in this direction, and I know that you waited for pet to come home. This is your first step in that direction. Just hold his cock in your mouth, but don’t choke yourself. Don’t worry about sucking it or try and get him off, just hold him in your mouth. Can you do that for me, babe?”

“Yes, Mistress. I can do that.”

She turned his head and gave him a long, deep kiss that only added fuel to his own arousal. “Good boy. Now go get in position.”

Gentry stepped around Antony. When he stood in front of his friend, he looked in the man’s face, but saw he had his eyes closed. Antony was flying in subspace. Would he even feel Gentry’s mouth on him as Mistress punished him?

Kneeling, he untied the waist ribbon and the left leg ribbons of Antony’s costume then pushed the holiday jock down to his right ankle so it was well out of everyone’s way. He shifted closer to the restrained man until his mouth was just an inch from Antony’s cock.

Looking up his friend’s body to the face that appeared relaxed and content, he whispered, “Welcome home, my friend.”

Dropping his gaze he pulled back and stared at the erection, marveling at its size and the fact that Antony was hard again. Parting his lips, he lifted his head as he leaned forward. He took the first few inches into his mouth then closed his lips around the shaft.

As Mistress had instructed, he did not suck, but could not help licking at the sticky fluid that coated the head. The tangy, salty flavor was similar to his own, yet different, and he wanted more.

He heard people drawing closer, watching the three of them, then heard more of a commotion across the room, but did not look away from Antony. Public displays of this sort still embarrassed him, but as long as he focused on Antony and Mistress, he would make it through.

A moment later, Antony jerked in his bonds, moaning as the first stroke with the crop landed across his ass.

“One, Mistress,” Gentry mumbled around the cock in his mouth.

A second slap a second Mistress and Antony jumped again.

“Two, Mistress,” Gentry said.

He continued counting while trying not to suck on the cock that continued dripping man fluid on his tongue. He hoped that Mistress would allow him to drink down Antony’s fluids but knew better than to ask for such a treat. After all, he was but an instrument in his fellow slave’s punishment.

At twenty, Gentry expected her to stop, but she continued. When she reached thirty-four, she finally dropped her arm and stepped away from the rack, coming around to stand beside him.

Running her fingers through his hair, she tilted his head back so he looked up at her with Antony’s erection still between his lips. “Well, babe, what do you think? Did you like having pet’s cock in your mouth?”

Gentry had to swallow the fluids in his mouth before he could answer. “Yes, Mistress.”

“What about it, pet? Would you like our babe to suck you off and give you the release you obviously need?”

“Babe, Mistress?” Antony’s words were slurred, like he was drunk, or very, very relaxed.

“Yes, my loving pet, babe. I believe this is part of his Christmas gift to you. He’s testing the waters of being bisexual.”

Antony’s cock jumped in his mouth, clearly indicating that he had no problem with being the first, the only, man that Gentry would be with.

“Yes, Mistress, I’d like that.”

“Very well then. Babe, you may now suck that wonderful cock. Here is a towel to spit in if you prefer. I won’t demand you swallow this first time.” Mistress handed him one of the clean towels that each scene area was stocked with. “But be warned, it will be a very short blow job.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Pet, you’ve earned four strokes with the cane. You will come before the last stroke. If not, you’ll have to wait until Christmas morning before you come again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress. And thank you.”

Gentry closed his lips around Antony’s cock and began to suck. As the first blow landed, Antony jerked and thrust his hips forward, his cock pushing well past Gentry’s comfort zone and causing him to choke.

Gentry pulled back but continued sucking on the head, swirling his tongue and sucking harder, wanting, needing to feel Antony’s release jet across his tongue and fill his mouth. His own cock was so hard he was tempted to hold it and jack himself off, but knew if he did he would bring Mistress’s displeasure down on himself. With Antony back home, that was the last thing he wanted.

Instead, he fisted his hands and pressed them into his thighs as he continued sucking. Antony’s hips continued jerking after the third stroke of the cane. Fluid spurted from his cock to fill Gentry’s mouth. The fourth stroke came quickly, but by then Gentry was too busy working to keep from drowning in the Antony’s copious release to care.

Once Antony settled and his cock began to soften, Gentry licked him clean and looked to Mistress, who stood beside them watching. He waited patiently, wanting to know what their lady wanted him to do next.

“Okay babe, you can let go now. You’re going to have to help me get him down and carry him upstairs,” she instructed after another moment. “We’ll finish our party up there. And once we get Antony taken care of, we’ll take care of that bulge pushing at your bow as well.”

Chapter 9

Without questioning his intentions, Whitney followed Taurus from the stage to the bar where he picked up a key to one of the private rooms and then to the Christmas tree. It took him a few minutes, but he finally pulled two boxes from the pile under the tree. One was small that looked like a jewelry box and the other was bigger.

Curious, but knowing he would not give her answers until he was good and ready, she waited until he stood and looked at her with a secretive smile.

“Come along, mouse.”

He held out his hand palm up and waited until she laid hers in it. Threading their fingers together, they went upstairs and to the room he had chosen for the playtime. She was surprised to see it wasn’t one of the themed rooms he liked to play in, but the room that looked more like a workout room than anything else.

One wall was covered with mirrors, and there were several wood and leather benches of various sizes and shapes in the corners. Another wall held an impressive selection of floggers, crops, whips, and other devices she still did not know the names of. They were designed for maximum pleasure, or pain, depending on which end one found oneself on. There were several trapeze bars hanging from the ceiling along with a large post in the middle of the room. It could have been a stripper pole except it was a tree trunk bigger around than a telephone pole. There were several shelves that contained baskets of dildos, plugs, and other toys.

Though she knew she should remain silent until told otherwise, Whitney could not help herself. Especially while looking around the room.

“Master? Am I in trouble?”

“Oh, little mouse, you are in a buttload of trouble, but not the kind you might think. Now strip,” Taurus said.

He rearranged the furniture until nothing stood in front of the mirror. Then he pulled the trapeze bar down.

Whitney was so busy watching him that she hesitated too long in following his commands. When he had arranged things to his satisfaction, he turned to her and cocked an eyebrow.

“Mouse, are you all right?”

“Yes, Master. Just curious.”

“Strip and then we’ll satisfy that troublesome curiosity of yours.”

Whitney stripped off her Christmas teddy and hung it on the hook next to the bathroom door. Turning, she once again felt a fear when looking across the room.

“Come here, sweet mouse.” Master T held out his hand and crooked his fingers at her.

She approached, but instead of hooking her to the trapeze bar as soon as she was within reach, Taurus handed her the smaller of the two gifts wrapped in matching red paper with white polka dots.

“Open this,” he ordered.

His low, deep, Master’s voice sent a shiver through her. In response, her nipples peaked and her pussy overflowed with her juices, preparing for whatever was about to happen.

“But, Master, Christmas isn’t for two days,” she reminded him.

“Christmas is the feeling of love and giving and should never be confined to a single day. Now open your present,” he said with a sexy smile that weakened her knees.

The same excitement she always felt when opening a gift filled Whitney. She tore through the wrappings and, as expected, found a small jewelry box. Lifting the lid, she stared at the contents in confusion.

“They’re beautiful, Master,” she said, using one finger to touch one of the two mice that lay on the velvet inside. They were connected to a small metal loop and not a hook like earrings. “But what are they?”

She lifted her eyes and found him wearing a giant grin. “Let me show you,” he said.

He took both mice from the box and held them in one hand then moved to stand behind her. His other hand came around and began to play with one nipple, rolling it between his fingers and sending bolts of electric need straight to her pussy.

“Lift your head and look in the mirror,” he said.

He slipped the loop around her nipple and adjusted it so the loop was tight. He then treated her other nipple to the same attention.

“They’re a bit of sparkle for your nipples,” he said. He finished adjusting the second loop, both tight enough to give her a nip of pain. He then cupped his hands around the undersides of both breasts and set the mice to dancing. “Oh yeah, just as I imagined they’d look.”

Whitney sighed and leaned back against his broad chest, locking her knees to keep from collapsing to the floor as arousal shot through her like lightning.

“Now this one,” he said, handing her the second package then pressing his long, hard erection into the crease of her buttocks. “It’s really more for me than you, but I’m sure you’ll find enjoyment in it.”

It took several deep breaths to gather the focus to open the larger package. Once the paper had dropped away, she opened the box and pulled out the contents.

“A flogger?”

“Yes, mouse, a flogger. It’s time to push your boundaries a little farther.”

Taking her wrists, he hooked her cuffs together, then lifted her arms above her head and hooked them to the bar hanging overhead. She had been in this position before, and as usual, a shiver of fear rose to challenge her arousal. She was better about giving over control to her Master, but still had a hard time having an orgasm unless she was touching him without restraints holding her back. After making sure her cuffs were not too tight, he bent and pulled her legs several feet apart, securing each ankle cuff to hooks set in the floor for just this purpose.

Once she was in position, she watched in the mirror as he cleaned up the boxes and paper, depositing them in the trash can in the bathroom before returning. As he crossed to stand just behind and to her left, he shook the floggers, making the strands dance.