"Wow," I said when Brain opened the door in the basement.
"Yeah, when I inherited this place, I had this put in," he said.
Over half of the basement was gymnasium. It's better equipped than a lot of the gyms I've been in over the years. Even the ones on base.
"We get a lot of use out of this room," Paul snickered.
"I can tell," I said, taking in the fur covered scenery.
"Not just for that," Brian said with a grin. "Just about everything in this room can be used in the course of sex."
"And has," Paul leered.
"Mike and Cliff's place has a better play room, but I always had a gym membership in town," Brian said. "Didn't have to have things to do double duty."
"Now then, for us, BDSM shows a great deal of trust.," Paul said to me. "You have to trust that the other person will stop if you use your safe word. We usually use 'mouse' as ours. You also have to know that things may be said that don't really mean anything. It's like a play."
Paul began locking some of the weights in place.
"Cub!" he roared when he was finished. "Get your sorry ass over here!"
"What's wrong, Papa?" Brian said timidly.
Paul reached out and grabbed a handful of Brian's beard, pulled him down to eye level.
"It seems my cub has been keeping secrets from me," he snarled.
A panicked look crossed Brian's face, making me shiver.
"But Papa," he said tremulously. "I didn't mean to. I just found out myself."
"But you didn't tell me right away," Paul snapped. "I guess I need to teach you a lesson."
He yanked Brian's arm to one of the pillars, tightening a shackle around his wrist, then followed suit with the other arm.
"Papa, please...," Brian whined, then cried out as Paul's palm slapped his ass.
The crack of flesh on flesh made me jump. I was unnerved by the sudden change in their demeanors. The Brian I had known had always been rather shy, but I had never seen him like this.
"Spread 'em," Paul snarled.
"But...," Brian began, then squealed as Paul twisted his tits.
"I gave you an order, Cub," Paul hissed in his face.
Brian timidly spread his legs and Paul bound his ankles to the posts.
Paul walked to a set of cabinets, opened them, and rummaged around one of the shelves. He stalked back and knelt in front of Brian. I couldn't see what he did, but Brian's head fell back as he clenched his jaw.
When Paul stood back up, I could see he had attached a...well, I have no idea what it was. It looked like a black parachute wrapped tightly around Brian's ball sack. A trio of chains hung down around the edges.
"Now," Paul said, standing with his fists on his hips. "Are you going to stop keeping secrets from me?"
"Papa," Brian whispered, wide eyed. "I was just worried how you'd take it."
"Don't think I can take it?" Paul snapped. "Guess we'll have to see if you can take it."
He grabbed one of the plates off the rack and hung it from the chains.
Brian's eyes closed, a grimace rippled across his face as his nuts were pulled downward. A low groan rose from deep in his chest.
"I'll asked you again," Paul growled. "Are you going to promise to stop keeping secrets from me?"
"I can't," Brian grated.
Paul pulled out a pair of alligator clips and approached him.
"Papa, please. Don't," Brian begged, then hissed when Paul applied the clips to his nipples.
His body twitched as the teeth bit into his flesh, sending the weight swaying between his legs.
"I'll ask you one last time. Are you going to stop keeping secrets from me?"
"Papa, please. I don't want to lie to you," Brian whined. "I can't promise that."
"We'll see about that," Paul said, turning back to the cabinets.
He pulled out a black bullwhip and flicked it out, its sharp retort echoing through the room.
Brian shivered at the sound, then groaned as the weight on his nuts trembled.
"Papa, please. I'll be good. I swear I will," Brian sobbed.
"I have to make sure you will," Paul growled, moving behind him, his whip flicking around like a snake.
I couldn't take it any more.
"Mouse!" I cried.
They looked at me in confusion for a split second, then they looked at each other and started laughing. Beside me, Jim joined them.
"Well, that's not what we intended," Paul chuckled. "But it still works."
"Wha...what do you mean?" I said, shaken.
"Look at Brian," Jim told me.
I did and felt my face warm. His cock was obscenely hard, even with his nuts pulled almost down to his knees.
"I'm afraid pain turns me on," Brian said, giving me an embarrassed smile.
"But what about...?" I began, turning to Paul.
"I'm not really angry. I told you it's like a play. It's just an act."
I stepped up to where Brian stood, looking up into his face.
"Are you really all right?" I asked him.
"Well, I haven't gotten ass whipped yet," he said with a wink.
"That can be arranged," Paul chuckled. "What do you say, Daniel? What to give it a try?"
Brian looked me in the eyes.
"Please?"