Page 3 of Getting Hitched

Gray brought his hand down on Jack once more. “Stop that if you want to come tonight. Nothing touches your dick until I’m ready for it.”

“Yes…sir.” Jack struggled to get the words out, but Gray suspected he was more wound up from watching Mason than from anything Gray had done to his ass.

Gray turned his attention back to Mason for a few moments, then alternated blows between them until they were clinging to each other and seeming to simultaneously squirm away and beg for more. Fuck, they were beautiful.

He switched his concentration to Mason again, testing him by cracking his hand harder and harder on the same spot. Mason’s legs shook, but he stayed in position. His eyes were glazed, and Gray wondered if he even saw Jack watching him anymore. His thigh muscles were tight and tense, but his upper body was relaxed, sunk into the mattress. He was moving deeper into subspace.

Gray caught Jack’s gaze and tilted his head toward Mason. “Do you want to help me work him over?”

Jack nodded frantically.

“Then get up.”

Jack scrambled up and stood at attention.

Gray looked him up and down. “If you do a good job, I’ll let you fuck him.”

“Yes, please, sir,” Jack begged.

Gray focused on Mason again. “I want to use the crop on you. Would you like that?”

“Yes, sir.”

He tilted his head toward the cabinet, telling Jack to get the crop.

Jack returned with the implement. Gray took it and immediately whacked Mason’s ass, making him jump.

“Jack, bring a spreader bar.”

“I can stay still, sir,” Mason said.

Gray caressed his reddened flesh. “I’m sure you could if I asked you to, but I want to whip your thighs too, and this will keep you safer.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Good boy. Now spread your legs.” Gray tapped Mason’s ankle with his foot, and Mason moved, opening almost the perfect distance for Jack to strap the spreader bar around his ankles.

Gray laid a hand on Mason’s ass, enjoying the heat rising off him. “You’re going to take everything Jack and I want to give you, aren’t you, boy?”

“Yes, sir. I want to please you, sir.”

Gray smiled as love for Mason warmed him. “I know you do.”

He moved to Mason’s right side, and gestured to Jack to stand on the left.

“Let’s see if we can make him scream,” Gray said.

They went at Mason’s ass and thighs simultaneously. Jack spanked him, and Gray whipped him with the crop. After a few moments, they switched sides to even out the torment, but even that respite only lasted a few seconds.

When Gray finally signaled for Jack to stop, Mason’s back was slick with sweat, his breathing harsh and shallow.

“Would you like more? Answer truthfully.”

“Yes, sir.”

Gray studied Mason. He didn’t want to push him much further. Mason seemed so far under that he wouldn’t be aware just how much it hurt until later. Gray didn’t want him to regret asking for more, and he would never risk truly damaging him. “You’ll get ten more strokes of the crop, and I expect you to count them.”

“Yes, sir.”

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