Jay had left Brice tied up and gagged in his bedroom before he went to take the photos. The weather was turning a bit colder, and the house was not that well insulated, so rather than leave Brice naked as he wanted to, he let him dress in a tight pink shirt, khakis and sneakers with socks. He had roped Brice's hands behind his back, and gagged him with a "present" Bill had brought as a house gift: a penis gag, with a much bigger plug than the one Brice had been using.
Brice sat in the chair, listening to the noises of Al being taken by Bill. While he knew there was no way he could get out of the knots Jay had tied, he tried anyway. Somehow, it kept the "spark" alive in him that at some point, he would be able to get free. Whether he took the chance or not, was still something that he debated before he fell asleep. There were moments when he wanted out, and then, when Jay wrapped his arms around him, or nibbled his ear, or kissed him, those wishes just dried up.
He heard Jay opening the door, so Brice spread his legs and puffed out his chest. Jay had made clear, from the start, that this was the default position when he was tied up. He had not kept it once, and paid dearly: the clamps for three hours, and then a brutal fucking, followed by a second one with a dildo.
"Always nice to come to the room and find you just the way I like ya Brice," Jay walked over and began massaging Brice's nips through his shirt. Jay had told Brice that, over time, his nips would get more sensitive, and they had. The chest exercises he was doing at the gym seemed to increase sensitivity too. There were times when Jay would just tease a nip with a small paint brush, and Brice would throw a boner.
Brice began to moan from the sensation. "How do ya like your present, Briceman? You like the new gag? Makes you feel like you're sucking me all the time, huh?" Brice had to agree: it wasn't as good as the real thing, but if he couldn't have that.... And again, thoughts of escape went out of his head.
"Bill is probably finishing off now, and he and I thought we'd take you subs out to dinner tonight, so while he gets Al cleaned up, and dressed, you're gonna get dressed too. I wish we had time for a little fucking, but that'll wait for tonight."
He undid the wrist ropes keeping Brice in the chair. Then he kissed him squarely on the lips. "Al is fun, but you're more fun." Brice bowed his head "Thank you Sir. I learned how to behave from you." Jay smiled "Well, all a Dom can do is bring out a sub's inner core." He paused "SO, you can't go to dinner like that, so I'm gonna have to pick you something."
"Please Sir, if you wouldn't mind, can I try to surprise you? I know what you like, and I'd like to take a shot at dressing myself tonight."
Jay smiled. "Ok, handsome, you can make a go of it. But if you don't please me, you'll change. And before you change, you'll take 5 minutes of clamp work."
"Yes Sir. I understand. Now, I'd like to surprise you, so can I have the room to myself ?"
Jay was amused, and wondered what Brice had in store, but smiled and said "OK. You call me when you're ready." I'll be outside the door." He left, closed the door and locked it, and leaned against the wall, looking at the photos he had just taken. Yeah, sharing Al was going to be hot. When he was fucking Brice, Brice always seemed to have a look of rapture on his face. Al, on the other hand, was clearly struggling. It was arousing, and Jay was getting aroused.
"Ready Sir," came through the door and Jay walked in. WOW. Was this the guy who really had to rely on his natural good looks six months ago? Brice had put on an oatmeal colored buttondown shirt, and a sweater that was a cross between magenta, and red. It was beautiful. But the best part: the gym was clearly having an effect, and you could see it in the faded, tight jeans he was wearing. Jay remembered how, when he saw Brice in those jeans, he used to think "Nice face/bony ass." That ass was not bony anymore. It was rich and full, and seemed to be begging to be split open.
Jay walked up to Brice, smiling, and took his wrists in his hands. He pushed them behind Brice's back. "You did good boy. You did so good I may have to fuck you before dinner. But then, that'll destroy the effect."
Brice was pleased. Bringing Al into the relationship had woken his competitive edge. Maybe he STILL harbored thoughts of escape at times, but if he wasn't going to escape, damn it, he was not going to be second choice.
"Don't be surprised if the boys are a little more formal," Jay told Brice. "Bill has this thing about neckties. He loves them. He loves having a sub in a necktie because he feels it reminds the sub that he IS in bondage, and he's reliant on his Dom even to breathe."
"Does Sir want me to put on a tie?"
"No, Brice. I take a different approach. I want quick access to your skin if I want it. I don't want to bother with neckties. You stick to what you've got on.
"Hey guys, we're ready." Bill walked down the hall, his hand firmly on Al's forearm. Al was tied up, hands behind his back, in a yellow buttondown shirt, a dark tie, opened at the top, and very tight brown corduroy pants. He did NOT look happy, and scowled at everyone. "OOOOH, my pretty boy is so cute even when he frowns." Bill reached in to lick Al's ear. You could tell that the training was having an effect: Al started to pull away, and then stopped. When Bill had finished mauling Al, he turned to Jay and smiled. "I got one of the tightest asses I have ever fucked in my life. But now that just makes me jealous of you Jay." He squeezed Al's arm. "You got your cherry popped twice today stud. It's not gang banging, but two of the best in the business made you their bitch. We're gonna be celebrating that. "
Jay was experienced enough with Bill's idiosyncrasies to offer him the keys to drive to the restaurant. Jay had made the reservation. It wasn't a formal place, and the four of them would undoubtedly get some attention. That was fine with Jay. The more people saw he and Brice in public together, the more acclimated Brice would get to it.
Bill dragged his tied up bottom to the car, and sat him in the front, while Jay and Brice took the back seats. "How the fuck am I gonna eat with my hands tied," grunted Al. Brice knew, right away, this was not gonna go unpunished and it wasn't. Bill turned and smiled at him, as if "Jay treats you too well," then turned around and pressed his hand down on Al's locked cock. It happened so fast, Al couldn't even try to hold it together and he screamed in pain. "YOU FUCKER" Bill laughed as he continued to press. "Good choice of word Al. Perfect. Now, listen up. You're gonna have to learn to behave. I CAN be very nice, but I'm not Jay, and I WILL call you out on any behavior that is not subordinate. GOT IT? "
"Yeah, I got it," grunted Al, which got another press to his cock.
"Eventually, that answer is gonna be yes sir. But if it takes a while, that's fine with me."
As Bill started the car, Jay spoke "hot Bill. VERY VERY hot. " He put his hand on Brice's cock, but didn't go for any pain. "Remember when you had to be taught some manners, handsome." The touch got Brice aroused, but it didn't hurt "Yes Sir. I remember. I was sore a lot. Not in a good way."
Bill laughed "Sore, and not in a good way. I like that. " He pulled Al to him, and began nip work. "Al, when I get through with you this weekend, you're gonna be sore in a good and not good way. How much of each is gonna be up to you."
"Hey Bill, question," came from Jay. "How are you gonna manage this, working together?" Bill laughed "Oh, no worries. Remember. Vince works with us too, and he's already under control.
WHAT? said Al, incredulous "You did this to Vince too?"
"Actually, Al, Vince came to me. I'll tell the story at dinner. But to jump to the chase, yeah, I've been fucking Vince for about 4 months. I've got my fantasy now, just like Jay. I've got both of you. " Afraid of what else he might here, Al kept quiet on the way to the restaurant. When they pulled into the parking lot, Bill undid the ropes. "Only for dinner stud. I think you're SO FUCKING HOT tied up, it's gonna be rare that you're not."
The hostess at the restaurant knew Jay, and he and Brice had been there before. There was no trouble getting a booth, and both Jay and Bill sat on the outside of the double seat, next to their subs. It was standard: they couldn't get out without permission. Jay didn't really worry about Brice, but Bill knew that Al was still a wild card.
Things got a bit tense when the server brought over menus. Bill took the menu intended for Al. "HEY. Don't I get to eat?" he protested, which provoked another one of Bill's big toothy smiles. "You're worried about eating? You live on cheese puffs and orange soda. Yeah, you're gonna eat, but I make the choices for you. And.... " he patted Al's belly. "This is hot, but you can tell you live on cheese puffs and orange soda."
Jay took it all in, sort of grinning. Bill's strict behavior meant Al was going to be grateful when he was in Jay's hands. This was a plus to him. He also turned to Brice and said "Now, aren't you glad I made you join a gym, you sexy bastard?" Jay put his hand on the inside of Brice's thigh. He was stunned, when Brice reached down, interlocked his fingers with Jay, and held them, like they were holding hands on a date. Brice had been receptive to sex for months, but this was the first time Jay could think of where there was a show of affection. Had he "broken" Brice on another level?
Dinner went, pretty much as expected. Jay and Brice were the settled couple, and while Bill had plenty of experience in dominating men, Al was like a pony that was just getting used to the bit. Bill had to use a little more force than Jay would have liked, but it seemed to work, and Al began to behave half way through dinner. Bill even let him take off his tie and roll up his sleeves.
When they got back in the car, Bill retied Al, and they started the trip back. Brice surprised Jay again, by grabbing his hand in the backseat, and holding it. Then, when he thought Bill wasn't looking, he pulled Jay's hand up to his lips and kissed it. Bill saw it and laughed. "Man oh man Jay. You always said you wanted him wrapped around your finger, and you got him right there. Now maybe his legs will be wrapped around your shoulders," and he howled. He turned to Al. "You may never kiss my hand like that, but trust me stud. Your legs WILL be over my shoulders. Not too long from now either. "
All of this was making Jay think things through: had this worked better than he thought it would? He hadn't really planned on Brice getting jealous, but it looked like the two "lovebirds" in the front seat were having that effect on him. Hmmm. Learn something new every day, and everyone surprises you."
They got back to the house, and said goodnight to each other before heading to their rooms. They were leaving the next morning, after breakfast. Bill had his hand on Al's shoulder. "Now, you can behave and sleep in a bed, or act out, and you'll go to the cage. Your choice, big guy." Al seemed to be realizing he was beaten, and sort of murmured "the bed Sir. Please." Bill turned around and gave Jay the thumbs up before they headed off. Jay turned to Brice. "And you, Sir Sub, are going to get fucked HARD tonight. I'm using the bathroom. You get in there, you get undressed and you get on that bed. "
When he came back, Brice had more surprises for him. Not only was he on the bed and naked, but he had adjusted the restraints at the wrists. Now, instead of Jay needing to tie them, a quick pull by Brice and he was secured.
"When the hell did you do that?" Jay asked . Brice looked up at him. "I didn't forget ALL my physics when I went to law school Sir." Jay laughed "touche' Isaac Newton. Now we're going to learn that a body in motion, especially a penis, stays in motion." He got on top of Brice, and began foreplay: nibbling Brice's nips, frenching him, whispering filth in his ear. When he moved down, to take a position for screwing his sub, there was another surprise. Instead of just lifting his legs, Brice bent his knees, and rested his shins on Jay's shoulders. "That should give you a better angle Sir. You can get in further, and hold the position longer."
"You've been on the computer again, haven't you?" Brice grinned "Sir, I don't want to lose you to Al." Jay smiled back. "I don't think that's going to be a problem. " Then he slid his cock into Brice. He was right. The position made it MUCH easier for him to enter Brice, and to go deeper, and harder. He had Brice moaning in seconds. The almost wicked grin on Jay's face as he took him was both arousing and frightening to Brice. Over the last six months, Jay had learned a number of "hot spots" that Brice had, and he used them all. For example, he had learned that a slight tilt to the left with his cock, followed by stopping the thrusts, could drive Brice crazy, as it did now. The moans got louder and deeper. Jay was working to contain his climax, because he wanted to fuck Brice tonight long, and hard. Jay's instincts were usually good about bottoms, and he sensed that, while the competitive side of Brice was coming out over Al, he also sensed that Brice was trying to convince himself to resist. Even if he weren't, Jay was going to assume he was, and break that resistance.
The change in the restraints made it easier for Jay to use his hands, and his fingers went up to Brice's supersensitive nips. The combination of cock up his hole, and nip play, was another "Achilles Heel" for Brice. Either one would push him into bliss, and the combination , well, it usually made him BEG to get released from his cage - a request that Jay always denied. That, in turn, made Jay harder.
Jay could feel himself getting closer to climax, and he wasn't quite ready to blow. He sent his mind somewhere to think about something other than what he was doing. It wasn't working. Instead, his thoughts went to how angry he was when he found out that Brice had lied about sexual advances. DAMN IT. Six months later, he was still angry about it, and Brice was gonna pay. He pushed, HARD. So hard, Brice's eyes rolled to the back of his head and the moans became a yell. "OH PLEASE SIR. PLEASE. NO MORE. I CAN'T TAKE IT. PLEASE."
"SHUT UP BITCH." Jay shot back. "Know what you are? A WORTHLESS, CLOSET CASE WHO HAPPENS TO HAVE A HOT ASS." Jay hadn't used that kind of language before, and it surprised Brice. What was going on? Had he done something wrong? He knew though, that Jay was right about the closet case. No one knew about his relationship officially, although he knew there was much rumor.
Brice pulled at the wrist restraints. He wanted to get free and somehow, stop this pounding that had gone from totally arousing to a little scary. "Too much for you sweet cakes? I bet Al could take it." Jay sneered. The sounds from the other bedroom suggested that in fact, Al could NOT take it, and Bill was doing all he could to change that. He slid back and forth in Brice, getting faster and faster. "You want out, bitch cunt? Just say the fucking word. I'll let ya loose and take Al for myself. He'd be glad to have me after what Bill is doing to him. "
"NO SIR NO SIR. PLEASE. PLEASE." Brice was thinking that, if Jay released him, Bill would take him. That's not what he wanted at all. Over six months, he had no idea what he wanted in the long run. Right now, he just wanted Jay to go back to that sweet spot."
"Heh heh heh. My studmuffin has a G spot. Just like a woman. Even better though. " Jay stopped pounding Brice, but kept his cock in his ass. "I'm gonna have to step up your domination, studmuffin. Now that you're getting more fit, and now that I've got another bitch to fuck, you're gonna have to prove you're worth my time."
"How can I do that Sir? " Brice asked. Jay just laughed. "You'll find out. CUM DUMP.' With that, he shot deep into Brice. "Gonna make you cry jizz tonight, fucktoi." Brice realized that, for the first time, Jay hadn't used a condom. Did this mean something, or had Jay just forgotten?
"Now, you're marked stud. Hunters get marked with the blood of their prey. You just got marked, with the seed of your DOM. Your MASTER."
Jay had never used the word MASTER before. Brice knew that the relationship had just entered a new phase. What it would be though, was totally unclear to him.
As Jay pulled out, he smacked Brice on the balls. "Hope you had no thoughts about getting uncaged tonight, cocksucker. In fact, don't even think about it for the week. "