Chapter Fifteen

Vihaal untied my wrists and I brought my arms forward, rubbing the skin where the ropes had been. Gideon was back on his knees, his cock still hard and his chest moving with his breaths, as he fixed his gaze on the floor.

"Has anyone ever bound your wrists before, Angel?" Vihaal asked.

I shook my head. "No."

Vihaal seemed surprised. "Blindfolded you?"

"Uh. Nope."

Vihaal made a shocked face. "Where on Earth were you finding these women?"

I shrugged. "Mostly at clubs. Bars."

"Ah. Still, it's a little strange that none of them wanted to experiment with bondage or sensory deprivation."

"Isn't it the other way around, though? Normally?"

"You mean, doesn't the man usually tie up the woman? Not in my circles, but perhaps in the straight world. Did you ever?"

"Well, no. I'm too much of a feminist for that." I offered a weak laugh. "Or, I think I am."

Vihaal regarded me with a strange expression. "Yes, well that's one more thing I enjoy about same sex relationships. No gender politics."

"I'm only now realizing how fucking boring my life has been."

"Well, I'm glad I can liven it up for you." He smiled. "I have plans for Gideon. Would you like to watch?"

"Oh, my God. Yes," I said, gazing at the sweet young man who kneeled so obediently beside us, practically vibrating with tension.

Vihaal went to the rack of clothes and brought back one of the vintage kimonos for me to wear. I wrapped the soft and silky fabric around my nakedness and tied the sash.

"Lie against the pillows. I'll try to keep him in view," Vihaal said. "Now where did I put that rope? Aha. Gideon, can you please get me two more lengths?"

Gideon nodded and stood, padding over to where the rope was kept, his svelte muscles straining against the thin straps of his harness. He brought back what Vihaal had asked for.

"Now. Up on the bed, and face that way," Vihaal said, pointing to the side of the bed.

Gideon obeyed, his eyes like dark licorice as he glanced at me, his chest rising and falling as Vihaal tied a length of rope to a convenient grate bolted to the ceiling above the mattress. I'd not noticed it before, or had possibly dismissed it as some kind of decoration, but it framed a squared area about three feet above my head, to facilitate just this kind of thing.

"Hands up and crossed."

Gideon raised his hands, and Vihaal knotted the rope over both wrists, then secured them to one of the bars of the grate. Gideon was held in position, kneeling with his arms stretched upward, his left side to me, so that I had a good view of both his ass and his cock, and of anything that Vihaal might do in either of those places. He looked like some kind of androgynous prince in the lingerie-like body harness. I couldn't stop staring.

Vihaal left us to get more equipment.

Gideon turned to me.

"Angel," he whispered, when Vihaal was at a safe distance and probably wouldn't hear. "Did you like having your cock in my mouth?"

"Yes."

"Will you fuck me one day? I'd really like you to."

I could only nod my head.

He glowed with happiness, then lowered his gaze as Vihaal returned with several things that he laid out.

"Once you've recovered, Angel, I might ask for your help. But for now, simply observe as I bring Gideon to a state of ridiculous desperation."

"Oh fuck," Gideon muttered. "Typical."

"Yes, and you love every minute of it."

Gideon shrugged as best he could with his arms pulled up by the ropes. "Maybe not every single minute."

"Oh, Deo. You know I can make it so much worse for you," Vihaal muttered, giving Gideon's ass a hard slap.

"Fuck," Gideon cursed again. "Yes, Vihaal," he said through clenched teeth.

But the look he gave me was blissful. I recognized this for a dance they liked to play together.

Vihaal pulled on a nitrile glove and snapped it, making me jump.

"May I talk, Sir, or do you need me to be quiet?" Gideon asked.

"You may talk. For now."

Gideon turned to me. "When he puts on the glove, I know I'm in for it."

I nodded, licking my lips, eager to find out what in for it meant.

Vihaal's lips curled in a half smile as he coated his gloved fingers with lube. With no preamble, he inserted his forefinger into Gideon's anus up to the knuckle.

Gideon cried out, perhaps not prepared for the suddenness of the invasion. But as Vihaal pumped his finger and twisted his wrist, prodding Gideon from all angles, Gideon made desperate and ecstatic exclamations.

Vihaal met my gaze as he turned his hand the other way and probed Gideon roughly, then angled his wrist to access him better, making him mewl and gasp. He went back and forth between motions, as Gideon hung helpless before me, responding dramatically to it all. Gideon's slim body contorted in his bindings, with the narrow harness straps emphasizing every curve as his muscles.

Vihaal reached around and gave Gideon's cock a few hard pulls, eliciting a series of agonized gasps.

"Oh, Vihaal," he panted. "Can I come? I think I might come…"

"Oh no, you certainly cannot," Vihaal muttered, as if the very idea was ludicrous. "Why are you so close already? You finished about fifteen minutes ago."

"I don't know," Gideon moaned. "It's just, you know how much I like a good finger fucking. And with Angel watching… Oh fuck. I need to stop talking."

"Yes, you'd better."

Vihaal added a second finger and Gideon grunted, moving his knees further apart on the mattress in order to accommodate.

"Good boy. Open up for me. Let's show Angel how many you can take, hmm?"

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. No. Vihaal…"

"Are you safewording?" Vihaal asked, pumping the two fingers in and out of Gideon in rough movements that caused Gideon to groan and pant and grimace.

"No!" Gideon assured. "But if you're adding more, you're going to have to go easier."

Vihaal chuckled and withdrew his fingers from Gideon's ass, walking away and discarding the nitrile glove.

Gideon watched him. "Wait. Where are you going?"

Vihaal glanced back at him. "If you don't want my fingers, I'll need to find something else to stick up there." He winked. "Or maybe that was the plan all along."

Gideon sighed and hung off the ropes as if he wanted a nap more than anything. But his whole body was flushed and his cock was still hard, with a bubble of moisture at the tip.

I wanted to taste it. I wanted to crawl over there and suck Gideon's cock while he was bound this way. But I'd need permission and I didn't know if I was prepared to ask for it.

Vihaal returned with something long and black in his hands. The sight of it caused a shiver of delight to go through me. I had no idea what it was, but I had a feeling it was going into Gideon somehow.

"See something you like?" he asked, tossing the rubber item on the bed beside Gideon, who saw it and made a desperate sound.

It was a smooth black piece of rubber or PVC with a pointy plug on each end, like a snake with a large head and a smaller tail, about four feet long.

"If you can wait a moment, Angel, I will ask you for some assistance."

"Yes, Vihaal," I said.

I watched as Vihaal squeezed lube onto the top of Gideon's crack and smoothed it down between his cheeks.

"Spread your knees. Open up for me."

Gideon leaned forward, giving the rope his weight as the metal frame creaked. He spread his thighs and pushed his ass out.

"Good boy."

Vihaal teased the tip of the snake's tail, which was the smaller of the two plugs, against Gideon's opening.

I watched with fascination as Vihaal pushed it slowly into Gideon, who took deep breaths and groaned as it invaded him. Finally, the plug slipped in and disappeared, so that only the rubber body of the snake was visible, with the larger plug—the head—dangling at the end.

"There we go. Doesn't that look nice?"

I didn't know if he was asking me or speaking rhetorically, but I answered anyway.

"Yes, Vihaal." Fuck, it looked depraved and delicious. I couldn't stop staring.

"Do you know what it's called? This conveniently invasive rubber snake?" Vihaal asked as he gently pushed the plug further into Gideon, as Gideon panted and made tortured facial expressions.

I shook my head.

"It's called a devil's tail." Vihaal lifted the other, thicker, end to show me. "See?"

"Oh. Yes."

"All right, my pretty boy," Vihaal murmured to Gideon. "Do you want more?"

"Yes," Gideon moaned, his cheeks flushed and a thick sheen of sweat on his forehead. "Oh, God. Oh God."

"He loves this thing. Well, probably hates it a bit, too."

"Oooh," Gideon groaned, twisting in the ropes to ease the pressure inside him.

"All right?" Vihaal asked.

"Yes," Gideon said, sounding as if he was in pain. But I didn't think he was.

"More?" Vihaal asked.

"More," Gideon whispered.

Vihaal pushed the tail further as Gideon panted and gasped.

Vihaal paid close attention to Gideon's reactions as he nudged the object further. "Mmm," Vihaal murmured. He used a finger to tease Gideon's entrance where the rubber went in. He slapped Gideon's ass—one side, then the other.

Gideon's groans echoed off the walls of the Bordello, his hole clenching around the invading snake as Vihaal spanked him in a slow, steady rhythm.

I couldn't tear my eyes away.

Vihaal gazed at me as he sucked on his index finger. He pulled it out of his mouth then teased Gideon's hole and pushed it in alongside the glistening black rubber.

Gideon whimpered as Vihaal probed him. Then Vihaal withdrew.

"Now, watch this," he said, as if I could possibly tear my eyes away.

He grabbed the tail just beyond where it emerged from Gideon's shiny hole and tugged it.

Gideon groaned as the plug moved through him. I watched more of the shiny rubber appear as Vihaal pulled. It stopped coming easily so Vihaal gave it a quick tug. Gideon cried out as the slippery tail end of the snake popped out, then he gasped lungfuls of air as his whole body shuddered.

"Again," Vihaal said, rubbing the tail end at Gideon's entrance and making him accept it again.

Gideon moaned and twisted. "Oh my God. Oh fuck."

"More?"

"More. Oh…God," Gideon moaned. "More. Fuck."

Vihaal uttered a dramatic sigh. "If only my cock was as long as this devil's tail. Then you'd be in for it, Deo."

Gideon whimpered and groaned as the plug traveled further into his bowels.

"All right," Vihaal said finally. "Let's give Angel a bit of a show."

Vihaal squirted more lube into his hand and coated his cock with it, jerking himself and making sure he got good and wet. He met my gaze as he positioned himself behind Gideon, took hold of the rubber snake to keep it still, and eased his cock in.

Gideon's breath stuttered and his head lolled against his arm. His pale skin shone with sweat and his cock dripped with his arousal. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

"Angel. Get in front."

Gideon must have felt the dip in the mattress. His eyelids fluttered open and he made the softest sigh as his glazed eyes shifted my way.

Vihaal grunted and gasped, his eyes locked onto the spot where they were joined. After a few moments, he thrust deep and squeezed his eyes shut, letting a long puff of air out of his nose and jerking slowly against Gideon's ass. He came with a grunt and stayed motionless as the orgasm went through him. Then his features relaxed, and he kissed Gideon on the shoulder and nodded to me.

"You want to taste him, Angel?"

I stared at Gideon's erection and licked my lips. "I do. I really do."

"All right. Suck him. Make him come."

I planted my hands on either side of Gideon and bent to his arching, dripping erection.

"I give you permission to come, Deo," Vihaal said, still lodged in Gideon's ass and holding the rubber snake as he pumped with his still-hard cock.

"If you don't want to swallow, Angel, just spit it out," Vihaal suggested.

I wrapped my fingers around the base of Gideon's dick and tentatively extended my tongue to swipe the head. Then something took over, and I parted my lips and got to fucking work. Gideon's excited moans went straight to my balls. I found myself slobbering and sucking and teasing and tasting, as if I'd been doing this my whole adult life.

Then Gideon threw his head back and wailed, his cock stiff and hot as it emptied. And I swallowed it down like a pro.

I kept Gideon in my mouth until Vihaal told me to release him. I pulled off, feeling protective as Gideon's softening cock slipped out. I used a corner of my kimono to wipe my lips, wondering how I'd ever recover from this—from them—and if I even wanted to.

* * * *

Walking back to the gaming parlor without revealing on my face everything that I'd done and witnessed was a challenge. The molly boys could probably see everything in my dazed and satisfied expression.

Sebastian smiled when he saw me.

"Ah. Did you have fun?"

"Not telling," I replied, miming a zipper closing over my lips.

"What happens in the Bordello, stays in the Bordello," Vihaal said.

"I think that was Sebastian's rule to begin with," Gideon muttered.

He was tired, and ready to go home. Vihaal had removed the devil's tail and wiped him down with great care, then kissed us both in thanks for a memorable evening.

In the car, Gideon said, "You don't know how long I've waited for that."

"For the devil's tail?" Vihaal asked with confusion.

"No, although that was lovely. I meant, for the opportunity to go down on Angel, and for him to do the same to me," Gideon confessed.

"Hmm. I'm feeling left out," Vihaal grumped, but in a good-natured, teasing way.

"Oh, V, you know you're the central part of everything, don't you? Angel and I would never have gotten anywhere without you."

"Well. That makes me happy."

"I'm sure." Gideon, who was sitting in the back seat again, leaned forward and kissed Vihaal on the cheek, then did the same to me. "Now let's get home and hang out. I doubt we're ready for bed yet, are we?"

"Not at all," Vihaal murmured. "But a bourbon and a movie would be nice, if we can agree on something."

* * * *

There were two full bathrooms at Gideon and Vihaal's place. Gideon offered to use the one downstairs because he kept some of his products there. Vihaal let me take my shower in the en suite bathroom first.

There was a double vanity topped with marble, and the shower enclosure was tiled in slate, with a rain showerhead and a bench. It would have fit all three of us, to be honest. I had half expected Vihaal to join me but I wasn't upset to have the gorgeous room to myself.

The water pressure was sublime and I closed my eyes, enjoying the pounding of the wet heat on my muscles. The liquid soap that I pumped from a fancy-looking bottle in the little alcove smelled like pineapple and reminded me of him.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," I said immediately. It was Vihaal's and Gideon's bathroom after all, and he'd already seen me naked.

He came into the room in only his boxer briefs. Vihaal was an incredibly good-looking man. In a completely different way than Gideon, but not any less affecting. They were like two sides of the same card—one small and pretty, the other tall and imposing.

Vihaal was much more masculine-looking than Gideon, and possessed an air of confidence in his own physical attractiveness that was highly alluring. Gideon didn't seem to care what anyone thought of him, whereas Vihaal was proud of his physical stature, and he had every right to be. His smooth skin was the color of burnished bronze and had reflected the lamplight of Maverick Molly's so beautifully. He had aristocratic features, and dark black hair with a bit of a wave. The hair on his body was light in weight, but dark in color.

"Well look at you. All wet," he said with a grin, as he leaned against the vanity and crossed his arms over his chest. He watched me as I stood there with a palm full of body wash, not knowing how to reply to that comment.

It was a shower. So yes, I was definitely wet.

"Well? Aren't you going to use that soap, Angel?" he asked, gazing at me with an indefinable expression. "Or would you like me to do it for you?"