Page 29 of Never Too Late for Love
The next several weeks passed in a blur for Bob. Home, to Florida, for only three days, then back to London for a week, just him and Tilly and KC.
Once they returned to Florida, Bob was able to help prepare for the 4th of July party.
Tilly had already put her foot down and banned fireworks other than sparklers.
None of the three men dared defy her on that. As Bob’s tattoo healed and scabbed and peeled and finally started to look like it would look, he felt a deeper peace fill him. He had fully committed, and no, he didn’t need a ring on his finger.
He knew Tilly wouldn’t give him up.
He knew Cris wouldn’t give him up.
And he knew Landry damn sure wouldn’t give him up.
Anything else, Bob knew he could deal with as life inevitably threw them curveballs.
Today was their Fourth of July party. After Tilly dropped off KC at Leigh’s house, Landry ordered Cris and Bob into cuffs and collars and matching leather jocks.
For now.
The sadist made it perfectly clear that, after dark, the men would be naked.
As the afternoon progressed and guests arrived, a good, busy energy filled the house. The RSVP list had completely responded to Tony’s e-mail within a week—and it looked like they were set for a one-hundred-percent turnout rate.
As Landry made the rounds and talked to people, he’d frequently check in with Cris and Bob, flashing Bob a smile or giving him a quick kiss and ruffling his hair.
The sadist was happy, meaning all was right in the world.
During one lull in people using the suspension frame, Landry caught up with Bob.
“Go to the frame, remove your jock, and wait.”
“Yes, Master.”
Bob did it immediately, his cock twitching as he hoped that meant a scene. The last couple of parties they’d held, they hadn’t had much chance to play because they were too busy being hosts. If they played at a party lately, it was usually when someone else hosted it.
Cris joined him a moment later, not hesitating to get naked. “Guess we’re getting beaten,” he said, smiling and starting to stretch. Bob heard little pops and creaks as he did.
Landry joined them a few minutes later with one of his implement bags, which had been in their bedroom. From it, he produced two pairs of suspension cuffs. While the men helped each other put them on, Landry threw a coil of rope over the top of the swing’s frame. After looping it several times, he attached carabiners to it and then clipped their suspension cuffs to those.
Cris and Bob stood facing, pressed against each other.
“Hiya,” Cris said. “You come round here often?”
“Every once in a while,” Bob said. “You?”
Bob heard the sound of a canezwhippingthrough the air.
“Motherfucker!” Cris jumped in pain, straining against his bonds.
Bob reached out and, as best he could, wrapped his fingers around Cris’.
“You’re in a mood,” Bob heard Tilly say.
“I was trying to decide how to play with them and went for simplicity, dear.” Landry stepped behind Bob, and a cane stroke landed across his ass, shoving him into Cris, who kissed him.
“That’s better, boys,” Landry said. “Soothe each other while I maul you.” The sadist went to work on them, and despite the pain, both of them were hard and horny for a majority of it, their cocks rubbing together.
Their mouths swallowing each other’s cries of pain in between moans of pleasure.
