Page 60 of Lucky Boys
After checking that the straps were tight, but not tight enough to cut off circulation, I walked around to his front and tugged his head up by his hair. Skye hissed and met my eyes, his expression the beautiful mix of fight and submission I loved. I pulled hard, hard enough that his lips parted on a gasp, and at that moment I spit, aiming right for the gap and into his open mouth.
I fucking loved seeing Skye’s reactions to, well, just about anything. He was a sadist’s wet dream, and his humiliation kink matched mine perfectly. A little bit of spittle trailed down his chin, and I smeared it into his face with the palm of my hand.
“Look at you.” My voice was harsh and mean, just the way Skye liked it when we played hard. “You’re already a mess and we haven’t even started yet.” I roughly tapped the side of his face with the palm of my hand twice, just this side of a slap.
Skye panted, already giving in too much to respond. I walked around his back again, my nails scratching along his skin as I did. I glanced over at our other pair. Luca was holding a cock cage in his hand and whispering something to Brooks, who was nodding eagerly. I grinned. This was going to be fun.
With one last pat to Skye’s ass, I walked over to Brooks and Luca, crowding Brooks from behind. I caressed his stomach, holding him close to me.
“Well, what do we have here?” I jerked my head toward the cock cage.
Luca sighed heavily, like he was extremely put out about this whole situation. “Well, I’m trying to get our boy all ready, but he’s not cooperating. I can’t exactly put this on when he’s in this state.”
Brooks whimpered as I looked over at his very hard cock. “Hmmm,” I agreed quietly. “We have to do something about that.”
“I’m guessing an orgasm is off the table?” Brooks asked hopefully, causing both Luca and I to laugh.
“Nice try, trouble,” Luca said, shaking his head in amusement.
Brooks’s shoulders shook with amusement, and I took advantage of his distraction to cup his balls with my hand and squeeze none too gently. Brooks gasped and tried to buck out of my grip, but I was relentless. Also, it didn’t work. His cock still stood tall and pretty and not even the tiniest bit soft.
I tsked, looking around the borrowed space to see what was here. I had stopped by to check it out briefly while Skye and Brooks had been in the shower. But time had been limited, so I couldn’t do more than give it cursory glances, making sure the equipment was clean and up to snuff, and leaving before the boys had shown up.
I’d known this place would be high quality though. It belonged to Jason Martinez and Kai Rinaldi. Luca knew them from his SEALS days and had kept up a friendly working relationship with them as they’d branched off into private security. We’d helped each other out over the years, and theadded interest in kink had been beneficial to both sides. Not many safe houses had a built-in playroom.
My eyes finally landed on the mini fridge and small ice maker in the corner. Perfect. I sucked a mark on Brooks’s neck, just because I could, squeezed his balls one more time, and then walked over.
I quickly checked the fridge, happy to see bottles of water and an electrolyte drink stocked in there. I grabbed one of the towels that was folded neatly on a cart next to it and picked up two pieces of ice.
Skye had twisted around to look at me and winced when he saw what I was holding. “Better you than me, sunshine,” he replied sympathetically.
Brooks had just enough time to turn to him curiously before I was back and pushing him into Luca’s grip. Luca wrapped his arms around Brooks, holding him to his chest and essentially binding him.
The boy’s eyes widened as he stared at my hand. “Wha—ahh! Ah, fuck. Fuck! That’s cold! Shit!”
I grinned, stepping even closer into the writhing boy’s space, the ice cube pressed right up against the length of his cock. “Shhh, trouble,” Luca whispered soothingly into Brooks’s ear as he held his arms pinned to his sides so he couldn’t push me away. “Maverick is only trying to help you. You do want help, don’t you?”
Brooks let out something between a sob and a whine before nodding miserably. “Y-yes, Sir. Please help me.”
“You do beg so nicely.” I massaged the ice cube in until it was completely melted, and then the other one just for good measure. Brooks was no longer begging but rather shooting daggers at me by the time I was done, and his cock was nice and soft.
“Perfect. Thank me for helping you, boy.”
Brooks looked like he’d rather do anything but, but he somehow managed to get out the words, “Thank you, Sir.”
Kissing his cheek, Luca let him go so that he could unscrew his PA. The cock cage was designed with openings that made it perfect for the barbell to slide through once it was in place. Luca spun Brooks around and squatted so he was level with his cock. “Let me know if this pinches.” He slid the steel ring around Brooks’s balls before fitting the cage and snapping it in place. Brooks adjusted his barbell so it pushed comfortably through the holes in the cage and twisted the back on again.
Brooks adjusted his balls and the cage a few times before bringing his arms behind him again. “Good, Sir.”
“Perfect. Now, time for step two. Go stand in front of Skye. I think he needs some company. We’ll be right there.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Brooks walked slightly awkwardly, as he adjusted to the metal in between his legs, over to Skye, standing right in front of him.
“Looking good, sunshine.”
Brooks laughed and bent down, cupping Skye’s face. “So do you. You look sexy as fuck all strapped up like this.” Skye’s laugh was cut short by Brooks’s kiss.
