Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (44 page)

He heard Cassie moving, felt the bed shift as she scooted down, and heard Cam groan in bliss as she must have pulled him into her warm mouth.

Isaac waited until Cam was totally relaxed, so he seemed to have forgotten it was dark, and ordered the lights to their dim setting.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Cam had to think hard to be sure today was Friday. He had two more nights of boot camp, and then his first night outside of it, when he hoped he could sleep through the night with all four of them.

The day passed in a hellish blur. They were kind to him as they fed him, and super caring when the lights were out during conditioning training with the TENS.

However, he was on his own while standing on the rails of the treadmill in the dark, in the thirty minutes between his times in the bedroom.

To make matters worse, instead of listening to an MP3 of a novel, Isaac and Cassie usually spent the time fooling around with each other. Apparently, she got hot going down on him, and then he got her off while Cam was forced to either run on the treadmill or face the dark.

Frisco arrived a little after ten that night and stepped into the bedroom to help Isaac string Cam back up to the bed.

“You say he’s managing around twenty minutes most of the time?”

Isaac nodded and Frisco said, “How about I give him a reward flogging before we fuck him senseless?”

“What do you think, boy? Do you want Frisco to give you the kind of flogging you crave?”

Cam nodded, his face full of hope, and Frisco looked to Cassie. “Will you be okay watching?”

“Yes, Sir. I know how much he loves to be flogged. It’s not… it isn’t violent, even though an outsider might think so, if they didn’t understand.”

Cam didn’t complain with words when Frisco iced his cock and put it into the jailbird, but he whined and moaned until they threatened to turn the pleasurable flogging into a punishment.

Frisco started soft and worked his way up. The ropes supported Cam enough that he was close to falling asleep the first couple of minutes, but as the intensity ramped up, sleep was no longer an option. Frisco’s arm moved faster, with more power behind it once Cam’s endorphins kicked in, and before long Cam sank into the pain, and then became the pain, and heard himself begging for more, and harder, and finally begged for the heavy braided flogger.

When Frisco finished, Isaac let Cam’s arms loose and bent him forward before someone lubed his ass and pressed in.

He recognized Frisco’s cock without looking, and groaned in bliss. He was still sore from yesterday, but he’d only had to deal with a variety of vibrating plugs today, and the damned TENS plug. This was the first he’d been fucked since last night.

Frisco didn’t take too terribly long, but when Isaac stepped behind him, he knew the larger man had gotten off several times today, and this was going to be hell.

Cam screamed and begged for mercy, but he wasn’t given any as his ass was used and pounded. He was nothing but a vessel for Isaac’s pleasure today. The chastity device didn’t allow him to get a full erection, and the jailbird was especially cruel when he tried, as the multiple rings just made him bulge through it, so everyone could see he wanted to get hard but wasn’t allowed.

When Isaac finally came, he inserted another long-term-wear plug, released Cam from the bottom of the bed, and carried him to the bathroom and told him to go.

Cam stumbled back to the bedroom, and Frisco helped him into bed.

They worked to keep him awake long enough to lock both submissives in, get everyone settled, and turn the lights off.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

When Frisco woke Cam in the pitch dark the next morning, he only had a microsecond of panic before remembering where he was.

Miraculously, he didn’t have to fight his body’s responses. He was relaxed and happy, and in bed with his three favorite people on the planet.

Once everyone was up, Frisco called Cam into the kitchen, and it’d been so long since he helped Frisco make biscuits, he felt as if everything was right with the world.

“Were you serious about building onto your house, so we can all live there?” Cam asked.

“Yes. It obviously needs a lot of discussion, but it’s certainly something to keep in mind for the future.”

Frisco looked to Isaac, who sat with Cassie in his lap. “We may want to consider keeping either Isaac or Cassie’s house, for the nights one or all of us doesn’t want to drive all the way home, but if the four of us help with expenses it should be feasible.”

“Frisco and I framed most of his current house,” Isaac told them, “and only contracted the roofers, electrical, plumbers, and a few other specialty people.”

“I’m never laying hardwood floor again,” Frisco said, shaking his head for emphasis.

“Okay,” Isaac chuckled,” so we contract out the flooring, too, because I feel the same about the tile.”

Frisco stopped working long enough to turn so he could see all three of them. “The point is, my house cost about half what you’d expect it to, and we can likely build onto it with similar savings.”

Cam was allowed an apron to help cook, but was told to take it off before joining them at the table. Cass wore another of Isaac’s shirts, and both Doms wore shorts, so he was the only one nude — unless you counted his chastity device, which only hammered home his slave status. However, he loved having his lack of clothing and shiny jailbird confirm his place at the bottom as he sat at the table with everyone and ate a wonderful breakfast of eggs, sausage, gravy, and homemade biscuits.

Isaac helped Cam clean the kitchen while Frisco and Cass went to the bedroom. When Isaac took him by the hand and walked him to the bedroom, he saw thick black plastic covering the bed, several containers of what he assumed was coconut oil, the TENS equipment, and a ball crusher.

“Today is going to be a little different,” Isaac told him. “I’ll sit on your ass and massage your back, shoulders, and neck. Frisco will massage your feet and legs, and Cassie will massage your hands, wrists, and arms.”

Cam smiled and Frisco spoke up, “You’ll get a one and a half hour massage by three people at once.”

“But it’ll be in the dark?”

“Yes, and we’re changing the rules a little,” Isaac said. “If you turn the lights on, you’ll receive five minutes of the TENS and ball crusher. Frisco set the pressure, but we’ll show you what it is and make sure the fit is right before we get started.”

Frisco sat on the bed and added, “We will add three minutes of pain each time you turn the lights on. So, five minutes, then eight, then eleven.”

Cam gaze met Cassie’s, and she looked sad as she told him, “I’m part of it because I believe you want help. If you ask me not to, I won’t.”

Cam went to her and pulled her into an embrace. “I’m scared shitless, but I want you in the room. You’ll be providing pleasure, and I love your touch.” He looked down and met her gaze. “You won’t be turning anything on. I will. Please stay and help?”

She nodded and he looked to Frisco and Isaac. “I don’t want to seem ungrateful. The two of you are using your time to help me, and even though I’m probably going to fight and beg and maybe even call you some names during this, I appreciate it.”

“Dear boy,” Isaac said as he stepped to him, and pulled Cam and Cassie into the same hug. “You’re both such a treasure.”

Cam got into position and passively let the men hook him up for torture. They tested the ball crusher for about ten seconds, just long enough to check the settings, and Cam screamed and begged for relief the entire time.
God
, he couldn’t take five minutes of that on top of the TENS. He knew it wasn’t mashing them enough for permanent damage, and Frisco had pressed them more in the past, but never for so long.

Isaac let Cam relax into the massage a few minutes before he turned the lights out.

“An hour and a half, boy. Bliss or pain, it’s up to you.”

Cam had no way of knowing how much time had passed, but he guessed it had been about an hour when they turned him over. Frisco now worked on his shoulders, arms, and chest, as Isaac rubbed his feet and legs, while Cassie just rested beside him with her head on his stomach.

The dark was still scary but no longer tried to smother him, and as long as he had physical contact, he was okay.

When the lights came back on and he hadn’t ordered them on a single time, everyone was so happy, and so proud of him. He looked to Isaac and said, “I have a request, Master.”

“Ask away, boy,” Isaac said with a smile.

“No more treadmill? Please? I can handle the dark when one or all of you is touching me, but I can’t handle it alone.
Please
Master.”

Isaac looked to Frisco a second before looking back at Cam. “Because you’re doing so well, I think we can accommodate you. However, if you backtrack any at all we’ll have to revisit the decision.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“You’re welcome,” Isaac said as he motioned for Frisco to talk.

“I’m going to put you in a full face hood today,” Frisco told him, “with a small slit at the mouth for you to talk.”

Cam’s stomach sank into his feet and he reflexively shook his head.

“You’re telling me
no
?” Frisco didn’t sound pissed, but then, he rarely did.

“Not telling, Master, just…begging?”

Isaac showed him the hood, which appeared to unzip above the forehead, so a large flap would drop down so he could see, if he freaked.

“Frisco will flog and whip you the way you like, as long as you’re fine with the hood. If you safeword so we have to give your sight back, it won’t be a pleasant whipping.”

“No,” Frisco agreed. “I’ll use the viper’s tongue, the loopy johnny, the single and double tails, and the old car antenna.”

“I don’t know if I can handle the hood,” he told them. “I have no experience, and it just seems so…” he shook his head and shuddered before finishing with, “
scary
.”

Cassie hugged him and said, “Trust them to get you used to it? They aren’t just going to plop it on you and expect you to be okay with it.” She looked at Frisco and said, “You aren’t, right?”

Isaac chuckled and Frisco glared at him before smiling at Cam and Cassie. “Of course not. We’ll let you get used to it with the eyes open before we close them, and then we’ll open them and get you situated in your bondage before closing them again.”

Cam nodded. He was so relaxed from the massage, and he hated to mess up his nice chilled tranquility with the stress of wearing a hood for the first time, but knew they only had the rest of the day and part of tomorrow to get him where they wanted him.

The hood wasn’t so bad with the eyes open. It compressed his head and felt confining, a little claustrophobic with the tiny nose holes and not much bigger mouth hole, but…he could survive it. Probably.

Isaac sat behind and wrapped his strong arms around Cam’s torso, and Cassie sat beside him and held his hand.

He looked at Frisco and nodded, and Frisco kissed his lips over the top of the leather before solemnly zipping the eyes closed.

No one said anything for several long moments, and Cam realized he was okay. The dark no longer suffocated him, even though the mask threatened to, but he was okay.

“Is there a way to get me some more air? I think I’ll be okay, but once I’m out of breath from being flogged, I worry the lack of air will send me into a panic.”

He explained how the dark used to suffocate him, and it didn’t now, but he didn’t want that feeling.

“We’ll fix it,” Isaac said from behind.

“I’m going to open the eyes now,” Frisco told him an instant before he gently worked the zipper and then pulled the hood off Cam’s head.

The two men went to work with scissors and opened the mouth up more before using small pieces of tape on the inside to be sure their slices didn’t open farther than they intended.

The mask went back on, Cam discovered he could breathe easier, and they situated him at the bottom of the bed once again.

Isaac settled on his knees facing Cam and said, “Oh, and did I mention, while Frisco flogs your back, I’ll be flogging your chest, abs and cock?”

Someone took his jailbird off, and he recognized Cassie’s mouth teasing him to erection.

As promised, the two men gave him the most blissful, wonderful, heavenly flogging ever. Each caress of the leather brought the most excruciating,
decadent
pleasure imaginable.

Cam had no problems in the dark, and he begged for more, and more, and when they stopped upping the intensity he begged them to flail his skin off. He needed the pain, needed the strength of their muscles thrashing him. When he felt the knotted rubber flogger tearing into his back, he thanked Frisco for every strike.

Isaac used the short rubber flogger on his cock a while, and then switched back to a leather one for his chest and abs. Frisco switched to their largest and heaviest — the one he could literally knock the breath from Cam with, and sent him tumbling into divine bliss, with each dual strike to the front and back sending him further and further into ecstasy.