Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 13
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charisstomaTitle: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 13 (spanking, restraint)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1537
Continues from here Part 12
Walking into the master bedroom was harder than it was yesterday. He knew what to expect but he’d be the focus of attention this time with Stephen there, different from the sharing, with Stephen the one receiving most of the attention.
“Vrett. Get in here so things can get going, he’s already had me once in the fastest blowjob on record.”
“I’m Vrett now?”
“Yeah, the other seemed too Gone with the Wind and I’m not into crinolines,” Stephen answered from the room though Everett couldn’t see him from where he stood uncertainly in the hallway outside the bedroom door. “You’d better hurry, his fangs are practically dripping.”
“There is no need to exaggerate, Love. I can wait as long as he needs and you look good enough to eat again in that cockring, definitely good enough to play with. Perhaps a sound would be a nice addition.” Stephen moaned.
Timidly, Everett pushed open the door further, expecting almost anything kinky, maybe Stephen tied up spread-eagle on the wall.
“Our little love has very interesting ideas.”
“What?” asked Stephen from where he was sitting in Connell’s lap facing the door. His cock was full and flushed pink with a shiny maroon cockring at its base and a bright red ribbon tied in a bow to pull his balls forward. Connell’s fingers were playing with the tip, massaging over the weeping small hole and spreading the liquid over the head. Everett watched as Connell brought those fingers up to lick them off with dainty savoring swipes of his tongue. It was Everett’s turn to moan.
“Ah, my dinner has arrived.” With a gesture, “If you would come here, I see that nipples are the appetizer, but before that turn around for me so I can see how well the apron becomes you,” there was humming of appreciation. “Ah, could you please retrieve the bottle of lube from over there by the wall. One really requires lube for fine dining.”
Since the lube was positioned on the floor between a cabinet and an armoire it was obvious that the apron was going to conceal nothing, merely frame it. The lube was far enough back that he’d probably have to go on all fours to reach the thing. Everett did a turn, quite aware of the view he was giving since he’d peeked at himself in the mirror before leaving his bedroom. He hadn’t thought to look at himself in any other position. He’d have to have a care so his knee didn’t land on any of the apron’s lace.
“You could spread your knees wide and lean way forward when you reach, pet.” Connell advised softly. “Your balls and cock will look delicious against the white fabric and the ruffles’ froth.”
As he reached, legs widely spaced with his back arched to elevate his ass, Everett grinned to hear twin moans and wondered if he’d make it through this part without coming.
There was a strangled, “Stephen, could you go get the magenta cockring and I think the maroon ribbon too, please. I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep focus. I’ll need a little help restraining both of you.”
Stephen, the dickhead, snickered, making a scramble for the armoire and trailing a hand over Everett’s ass before hunting through the contents in one of the low placed drawers.
“Now there is a beautiful picture. Twin delectable asses on display.” Connell laughed, “Everett love, you seem to be having a problem with the bottle.”
Everett swallowed, hoping that he wouldn’t come all over the floor as he rose with the lube bottle in his hand.
There was amusement in Connell’s voice, “Perhaps I’d better skip to having your dessert first and then my appetizers.”
Stephen put his hand on Everett’s ass, his fingers splayed and one pressed down between his cheeks to push him towards Connell. “Sir, I believe your dinner is ready to be served.”
“I do believe you are right. I’ll need what’s in the bottle.” Connell held his hand out for the lube. He looked into Everett’s eyes, “Shh, Trust me. I’ve got you,” and Everett felt the moment control was taken away.
It was a bit like a dream where you experience everything but you flow with where actions take you instead of directing them. He still wanted to come, could feel the dammed up sensations but the urgency was held back.
“Just a little bit longer, sweetling. How would you like to arrange the setting of the table? We don’t want to ruin the tablecloth.”
Everett saw himself lie down, spreading his legs to lie outside of Connell’s and then he saw Connell folding the apron up so that it lay neatly pleated above his hip bones leaving bare skin above and below for Connell’s feasting.
“Yessss. Put your hands above your head. Stephen, hold them and kiss him. Pet, I’m going to milk you. It won’t be as pleasurable as coming but it will relieve the pressure somewhat,” he chuckled, “and not at all.”
There was the crack as the lube was opened and then fingers opened him with care before reaching further. Everett felt Connell’s thumb press up behind his balls and a stroking inside over that place that felt so good.
There was a lapping on the tip of his cock and lips pressed to the head without enclosing the whole of it, the lapping continuing inside that small kiss. “Anytime you feel like you need to come, sweetling, you may,” Everett heard inside his mind. “You taste delicious.”
Fuck, he wanted to thrust with his hips but couldn’t. It felt good but not enough and he whimpered into Stephen’s kisses. The tingling ache filled him, sitting low in his ass. He wanted to be fucked and hard. “This will be almost as good, trust me,” said Connell’s voice in his mind. There was a tightening around the base of his cock and then his balls were drawn together and forward, it wasn’t painful but neither was it comfortable.
“My pretty little garcon, you looked at your apron before showering.” Connell tsked, “pretty little waiters need to be spanked for disobedience.” Everett found himself ass up over Connell’s spread thighs, his cock dangling without stimulation and then felt a warm mouth catch and enclose his cock below. “Stephen is going to suckle on you during your punishment.” He sighed, “I fear that we may never get to your nipple appetizers. I am very hungry.” As an afterthought, “Oh, and you are free to move as you please, sweetling.”
The first slap hurt and didn’t. Stephen’s mouth felt wonderful, not as good as Connell’s but it was warm and the suction and the next slap and the next and the next. He floated and then there was biting pinches and a chill mouth stretched wide sucking that hurt so good in counterpoint to the warm suckling below. Two cool fingers re-entered him and pressed hard and finally he screamed and fell into darkness as his body found relief in the suckling of a cool mouth.
“How do you feel?” asked Stephen’s voice. Everett snuffled into his pillow trying to pull his mind together. A warm hand was on his shoulder petting him. He croaked, “Good. Ahhh, I hurt. Ever’ musl’ hurts.”
“Bet your ass hurts the worst,” Stephen playfully said. “Your ass in that apron… I think Connell is ordering several more without ruffles so you can cook without getting hurt by flying grease and yet have handy access.” He snickered, “You may never be able to sit down again. Think of the furniture.”
“Stop teasing him.” A cool hand slowly stroked lightly over one ass cheek. It felt good. “Rise up a little and drink this.” A straw was fitted to his mouth, cold orange juice answering his sucking. “I need to go to sleep, the sun is well up. Have a good day, my sweet. When you feel ready, I’ve made food for you.” Cool lips pressed to the back of his neck in a kiss.
“He called in takeout pizza,” Stephen supplied with a grin. “Something you can eat standing up.” He rolled his eyes, “Don’t be surprised if he wants to nibble on your titties when he wakes. He loves titties.”
Everett rolled onto his side to glare at Stephen and broke into his own grin. “Looks like he’s already fed from somebody’s titties. You look a bit red and puffy.”
Stephen blushed, “I did say he loves titties. Come eat pizza while it’s still warm. You want wine or beer?”
“What happened to the apron?” Everett asked slowing rising and crawling off his bed.
“The washer, along with your work clothes.” He smirked, “Can’t have you running away.”
“Like I’d want to, even if I could.”
“Yeah, you should probably leave the bandages on for a bit until they scab properly. They won’t scar but there’s a lot. You look like a well loved, lonely pincushion.” Stephen steadied Everett.
“Lonely?” he asked as he walked carefully into the main room.
“Yeah, your pins are all gone but left you with many aching holes.” Stephen opened the pizza box, “Mon garcon, the pizza she is served.”
Continues from Here Part 14
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1537
Continues from here Part 12
Walking into the master bedroom was harder than it was yesterday. He knew what to expect but he’d be the focus of attention this time with Stephen there, different from the sharing, with Stephen the one receiving most of the attention.
“Vrett. Get in here so things can get going, he’s already had me once in the fastest blowjob on record.”
“I’m Vrett now?”
“Yeah, the other seemed too Gone with the Wind and I’m not into crinolines,” Stephen answered from the room though Everett couldn’t see him from where he stood uncertainly in the hallway outside the bedroom door. “You’d better hurry, his fangs are practically dripping.”
“There is no need to exaggerate, Love. I can wait as long as he needs and you look good enough to eat again in that cockring, definitely good enough to play with. Perhaps a sound would be a nice addition.” Stephen moaned.
Timidly, Everett pushed open the door further, expecting almost anything kinky, maybe Stephen tied up spread-eagle on the wall.
“Our little love has very interesting ideas.”
“What?” asked Stephen from where he was sitting in Connell’s lap facing the door. His cock was full and flushed pink with a shiny maroon cockring at its base and a bright red ribbon tied in a bow to pull his balls forward. Connell’s fingers were playing with the tip, massaging over the weeping small hole and spreading the liquid over the head. Everett watched as Connell brought those fingers up to lick them off with dainty savoring swipes of his tongue. It was Everett’s turn to moan.
“Ah, my dinner has arrived.” With a gesture, “If you would come here, I see that nipples are the appetizer, but before that turn around for me so I can see how well the apron becomes you,” there was humming of appreciation. “Ah, could you please retrieve the bottle of lube from over there by the wall. One really requires lube for fine dining.”
Since the lube was positioned on the floor between a cabinet and an armoire it was obvious that the apron was going to conceal nothing, merely frame it. The lube was far enough back that he’d probably have to go on all fours to reach the thing. Everett did a turn, quite aware of the view he was giving since he’d peeked at himself in the mirror before leaving his bedroom. He hadn’t thought to look at himself in any other position. He’d have to have a care so his knee didn’t land on any of the apron’s lace.
“You could spread your knees wide and lean way forward when you reach, pet.” Connell advised softly. “Your balls and cock will look delicious against the white fabric and the ruffles’ froth.”
As he reached, legs widely spaced with his back arched to elevate his ass, Everett grinned to hear twin moans and wondered if he’d make it through this part without coming.
There was a strangled, “Stephen, could you go get the magenta cockring and I think the maroon ribbon too, please. I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep focus. I’ll need a little help restraining both of you.”
Stephen, the dickhead, snickered, making a scramble for the armoire and trailing a hand over Everett’s ass before hunting through the contents in one of the low placed drawers.
“Now there is a beautiful picture. Twin delectable asses on display.” Connell laughed, “Everett love, you seem to be having a problem with the bottle.”
Everett swallowed, hoping that he wouldn’t come all over the floor as he rose with the lube bottle in his hand.
There was amusement in Connell’s voice, “Perhaps I’d better skip to having your dessert first and then my appetizers.”
Stephen put his hand on Everett’s ass, his fingers splayed and one pressed down between his cheeks to push him towards Connell. “Sir, I believe your dinner is ready to be served.”
“I do believe you are right. I’ll need what’s in the bottle.” Connell held his hand out for the lube. He looked into Everett’s eyes, “Shh, Trust me. I’ve got you,” and Everett felt the moment control was taken away.
It was a bit like a dream where you experience everything but you flow with where actions take you instead of directing them. He still wanted to come, could feel the dammed up sensations but the urgency was held back.
“Just a little bit longer, sweetling. How would you like to arrange the setting of the table? We don’t want to ruin the tablecloth.”
Everett saw himself lie down, spreading his legs to lie outside of Connell’s and then he saw Connell folding the apron up so that it lay neatly pleated above his hip bones leaving bare skin above and below for Connell’s feasting.
“Yessss. Put your hands above your head. Stephen, hold them and kiss him. Pet, I’m going to milk you. It won’t be as pleasurable as coming but it will relieve the pressure somewhat,” he chuckled, “and not at all.”
There was the crack as the lube was opened and then fingers opened him with care before reaching further. Everett felt Connell’s thumb press up behind his balls and a stroking inside over that place that felt so good.
There was a lapping on the tip of his cock and lips pressed to the head without enclosing the whole of it, the lapping continuing inside that small kiss. “Anytime you feel like you need to come, sweetling, you may,” Everett heard inside his mind. “You taste delicious.”
Fuck, he wanted to thrust with his hips but couldn’t. It felt good but not enough and he whimpered into Stephen’s kisses. The tingling ache filled him, sitting low in his ass. He wanted to be fucked and hard. “This will be almost as good, trust me,” said Connell’s voice in his mind. There was a tightening around the base of his cock and then his balls were drawn together and forward, it wasn’t painful but neither was it comfortable.
“My pretty little garcon, you looked at your apron before showering.” Connell tsked, “pretty little waiters need to be spanked for disobedience.” Everett found himself ass up over Connell’s spread thighs, his cock dangling without stimulation and then felt a warm mouth catch and enclose his cock below. “Stephen is going to suckle on you during your punishment.” He sighed, “I fear that we may never get to your nipple appetizers. I am very hungry.” As an afterthought, “Oh, and you are free to move as you please, sweetling.”
The first slap hurt and didn’t. Stephen’s mouth felt wonderful, not as good as Connell’s but it was warm and the suction and the next slap and the next and the next. He floated and then there was biting pinches and a chill mouth stretched wide sucking that hurt so good in counterpoint to the warm suckling below. Two cool fingers re-entered him and pressed hard and finally he screamed and fell into darkness as his body found relief in the suckling of a cool mouth.
“How do you feel?” asked Stephen’s voice. Everett snuffled into his pillow trying to pull his mind together. A warm hand was on his shoulder petting him. He croaked, “Good. Ahhh, I hurt. Ever’ musl’ hurts.”
“Bet your ass hurts the worst,” Stephen playfully said. “Your ass in that apron… I think Connell is ordering several more without ruffles so you can cook without getting hurt by flying grease and yet have handy access.” He snickered, “You may never be able to sit down again. Think of the furniture.”
“Stop teasing him.” A cool hand slowly stroked lightly over one ass cheek. It felt good. “Rise up a little and drink this.” A straw was fitted to his mouth, cold orange juice answering his sucking. “I need to go to sleep, the sun is well up. Have a good day, my sweet. When you feel ready, I’ve made food for you.” Cool lips pressed to the back of his neck in a kiss.
“He called in takeout pizza,” Stephen supplied with a grin. “Something you can eat standing up.” He rolled his eyes, “Don’t be surprised if he wants to nibble on your titties when he wakes. He loves titties.”
Everett rolled onto his side to glare at Stephen and broke into his own grin. “Looks like he’s already fed from somebody’s titties. You look a bit red and puffy.”
Stephen blushed, “I did say he loves titties. Come eat pizza while it’s still warm. You want wine or beer?”
“What happened to the apron?” Everett asked slowing rising and crawling off his bed.
“The washer, along with your work clothes.” He smirked, “Can’t have you running away.”
“Like I’d want to, even if I could.”
“Yeah, you should probably leave the bandages on for a bit until they scab properly. They won’t scar but there’s a lot. You look like a well loved, lonely pincushion.” Stephen steadied Everett.
“Lonely?” he asked as he walked carefully into the main room.
“Yeah, your pins are all gone but left you with many aching holes.” Stephen opened the pizza box, “Mon garcon, the pizza she is served.”
Continues from Here Part 14
