Page 31 of Getting Hitched

Jack smiled as he closed his eyes. He was fighting hard as Mason slid all the way to the root, then pulled back slowly. Goddamn, he was talented.

“That’s enough, Mason.”

He gave Jack a final swipe of his tongue and sat back. Gray turned off Mason’s plug and wickedly changed Jack’s to the lowest setting, just enough to make him want to squirm for more.

Jack’s eyes remained closed. His lips were parted as he drew in shallow breaths. He made no move toward Mason. Gray had deliberately given him that instruction before Mason sucked him. He had a feeling Jack wouldn’t remember. Jack had asked for a good, hard punishment, so Gray wanted to give him plenty of chances to gain extra torments.

“I told you to suck Mason’s cock when he finished with you.”

Jack’s eyes flew open. “Yes, sir.”

“You disobeyed me.”

“I… Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”

“Rather than add strokes to your tally, I’m going to deliver a punishment right now.”

“Yes, sir.” Jack watched him wide-eyed.

Mason’s harsh breathing was the only sound in the room as Gray picked up two of the clamps he’d gathered just in case and approached Jack. Without a word, he pinched one of Jack’s nipples, tugging and pulling.

Jack pressed his lips together and breathed sharply through his nose.

Gray set the clamp in place, and Jack cried out.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“That’s two more extra strokes later for making noise.”

Jack shuddered, but he didn’t make another sound.

Gray placed the other clamp. Jack writhed as if he were trying to escape them, but he didn’t speak.

Gray tapped the clamps lightly, making them bounce, and Jack sucked in his breath. “Now behave, boy, or I have other punishments for you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Suck Mason’s cock. Same rules.”

Jack struggled to get in the right position. Gray could tell Mason wanted to help him, but his bonds prevented it. Finally, Jack bent over Mason’s cock. Gray saw the moment when he realized the rope was going to rub against the plug with every movement he made.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Jack glanced up. Gray was certain he wanted to say “fuck you” rather than the clipped “yes, sir” he responded with.

Gray tortured them both with various levels of vibration as Jack sucked Mason’s cock. Each of them earned more strokes for their tally before he ordered Jack to sit back.

Both men were sweaty and breathing raggedly. Gray opened a bottle of water and held it so they could take a few sips. Then he undid the longer ropes that circled their chests and connected their other bonds.

“Bend over, head to the floor, ass up. I’m going to paddle you now. I want to hear your reactions, every whimper, every cry, but I expect you to hold still to receive the blows. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” they answered.

“When I’m satisfied you’ve had enough, I’ll give the extra strokes you earned with the crop. Keep your hands out of the way.”

Gray rubbed his cock as he took in the sight of them, wrists and ankles bound, asses in the air. They were so fucking beautiful.

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