Chapter Twenty-Two

Although we knew he was relieved to have got rid of Dominic, and excited about growing the business with Alice and Soresh, Vihaal was subdued over the next couple of weeks. Learning that his father had deliberately put someone in charge of his business to undermine it, and steal from him, must have been a sobering thing. Not to mention the terrible things that had been said.

Luckily, our number came up at Maverick Molly's. The Saturday evening we'd booked came around, and we were determined to make up for our interrupted session. Vihaal wanted to pick up exactly where we'd left off, so I found myself once again bound, spread-eagled, on the St. Andrew's cross, naked except for the braided cock ring.

Flashes of the way Vihaal's face had looked that day, with blood pouring out of his nose, came back to me, but I forced it from my mind. It was unlikely to happen again in the exact same circumstances in which it had occurred before.

Vihaal had been to a follow-up appointment and the assessment was that everything looked good, and that what had happened had been one of those rare events that life was full of. Vihaal had brought the nose spray with him, just in case.

I was surprised that none of the staff made any comments or jokes regarding what had happened, but seeing as we'd ended up at the hospital, they probably figured it was a sensitive topic. Maybe Sebastian had warned them not to mention it. The event had been upsetting but easily resolved, thank goodness.

I was back on the cross, just as I'd been that fateful day. However, it seemed that Vihaal had something else in mind for Gideon.

Vihaal had moved the stocks and the padded bench to the wall to create space. He had just spent thirty minutes wrapping Gideon in red ropes, lashing his arms together behind his back and knotting them around his chest. Then he'd run the rope up to a metal ring that hung from the ceiling, and now Gideon was held in place with one knee bent and wrapped with rope to the thigh, so that he was standing on the ball of one foot, balanced by the ropes that held him upright. If he lifted that foot, he'd start to spin or sway, so he kept it on the ground, ready for whatever indignity Vihaal had in mind.

Vihaal had gagged him, too, with a thick band of black silk that looked incredible between Gideon's pink lips. Gideon blinked, his soft eyes gazing at me with a satisfaction that could not be denied. He seemed at home in the ropes, clutching in his hand a round bell that Vihaal had instructed him to drop if he needed to safeword.

"Now that's a trussed-up boy, just the way I like him," Vihaal murmured, winking at me over Gideon's shoulder. "My, my, my. Whatever have I done to deserve this? Two beautiful men at my mercy."

Gideon made a noise and Vihaal slapped his ass, making him sway and start to spin, except that Vihaal stopped the motion with a hand on Gideon's pale hip. I loved the way Vihaal's darker complexion contrasted against Gideon's lightness.

"Let's start with some finger fucking, shall we?"

Vihaal, naked except for a pair of dress pants, grabbed a black nitrile glove from a box and tugged it on. Gideon jerked in the ropes, almost losing purchase. He closed his eyes as Vihaal squeezed lube from a bottle into his hand.

I licked my lips, my mouth going dry as Vihaal's hand disappeared and Gideon made a drawn-out groan. The muscles of Vihaal's forearm strained as he showed Gideon exactly what he'd meant.

Gideon grunted and groaned, as Vihaal's gaze met mine.

"He's beautiful like this, isn't he?"

"Yes, Vihaal," I said.

Gideon was stunning in the ropes, soft and vulnerable and offering himself to us in this way, and I couldn't get over it. How lucky we were, and how strong Gideon was to be able to do it. And how far I'd come in the space of a few months.

Vihaal reached forward with his ungloved hand and lifted Gideon's chin as he continued to finger him.

"Look at Angel, Gideon. He's watching you. Watching me have my way with you. Can you tell that he loves it?"

Oh, they could tell I was entranced with them. My cock was hard, my body stiff in its bindings as my muscles clenched and unclenched at the sight before me. Gideon's eyes were dark and full of desire.

Vihaal ran his hand down Gideon's throat and over his chest, rubbing at a nipple as he passed. He cupped his hand over Gideon's caged cock and jiggled it roughly. Gideon made a sound of frustration against the gag.

"Poor baby. Can't get hard. Even as I tease you from the inside out. Poor, poor, thing," Vihaal murmured with mock sympathy, tracing his fingers over Gideon's trussed balls and along his inner thighs.

Vihaal met my gaze again and gave Gideon a few more thrusts with his fingers, then withdrew them. He walked over to a table where he had placed the things he needed.

A surge of arousal took me as he picked up the shiny metal instrument, shaped like a hook, with a medium-sized ball on one end. He brought it to where Gideon hung from the rafters.

"Ready, my boy? You're going to like this," Vihaal said, pressing the object against Gideon's hip so that Gideon could get a sense of what it was. Gideon's eyes widened. He groaned as Vihaal slid the implement along his skin, teasing him.

Gideon had waxed poetic about the anal hook in some discussions we'd had about what he and Vihaal liked to do together, and how fond Gideon was of being subdued and defiled by whatever toy Vihaal decided to use. This one was a favorite.

"Mmm, you ready to be captured like a slippery and helpless trout, while Angel watches from up there?"

Gideon made desperate sounds, his gaze finding mine, then darting away. Perhaps the humiliation of me watching was too much.

But he didn't drop the bell. He didn't safeword.

Vihaal took his time, rubbing the cold metal ball against Gideon's hole, putting pressure on it, then sliding it back and forth, teasing the hell out of his desperate supplicant.

Finally, he spread Gideon with one thumb and pressed the ball of the hook firmly against Gideon's hole, until Gideon gasped and it started to sink in. A sheen of sweat glimmered over Gideon's brow, and his hair stuck to his head around his ears, where the silk gag was tied.

Vihaal kept up the gentle pressure, and his gaze met mine with blazing intensity. I struggled in my bindings. I wanted to help, but I was kept from doing so.

Gideon's sphincter stretched impossibly wide to admit the steel ball. As Vihaal kept up a steady pressure, it slowly disappeared until in one quick movement, Gideon's ass swallowed it up. I couldn't even describe the noises he made.

"Good boy. Such a good little slut." Vihaal wiggled the cruel-looking device to make sure the ball was firmly in place.

"There. That's in. Now…" he said, grabbing another length of the red rope.

I watched as Vihaal looped the rope through a hole in the handle, then tied it to the ring to which Gideon's wrists were bound. This would keep the hook in place and free Vihaal's hands for other tasks.

"There now," Vihaal said, pleased with his handiwork. "Just a piece of sexy meat now, aren't you?"

Gideon mumbled something against the gag.

Vihaal barked a laugh. "And you can't even speak. Completely at my mercy. Just the way you like it."

Gideon whimpered as I fought my restraints. I'd never witnessed anything so arousing in my life. Gideon, his pale flesh bulging between the red ropes, his body pierced by a metal ball and hook, his mouth split by the black gag, and his will overridden by the focus of one man.

Except for the bell, Gideon had no power here. No, that wasn't true.

Vihaal was laser-focused on Gideon right now, and I was convinced that if Gideon showed any signs that he wasn't getting off on this, that Vihaal would check in, or stop, or change the course of his plans. I trusted Vihaal, Gideon trusted Vihaal, and Vihaal trusted us to communicate if something was wrong.

But as of this moment, everything seemed very, very right.

"Now," Vihaal said. "I need to see if Angel is paying close attention to what I'm doing."

Fuck, can't he see that I'm riveted?

I struggled as he approached. What would he do? I tried to get away, even though I knew it was useless and I didn't want saving.

The shame was there, but it was a decadent and daring treat, swirling in my belly like a fish that had escaped its tiny pond, and could thrash and leap with a strange kind of glory.

"Are you paying attention?" Vihaal asked, in that growly Dom voice he used in this room, and sometimes other places.

He wrapped his slick fingers around my cock and stroked me, hard and fast, while I made helpless noises. He could have brought me off that moment if he'd kept going, but he didn't. Just as I started to think he meant to get me there, he let go and I was left hanging, in mid-air, as misery choked me.

" Please ," I moaned.

And Vihaal laughed.

"It's too soon. And I want you to watch what I'm going to do next. Because soon it will be your turn."

My eyes widened. My turn for what? I gaped at the metal hook in Gideon's body.

"Not with the hook, don't worry. I'm saving that for some unspecified date in the future, when you beg me for it."

And I would, I was sure of it.

"You're going to help me fill that slut with spunk," Vihaal muttered.

Gideon made a strangled sound as my ears started to ring.

"Settle down," Vihaal said to Gideon.

He came back to me and stroked my cheek. "I'm going to fuck him with the hook inside him. Then I'm going to fill him up, and then you're going to do it. And then…then I might let Gideon come. I haven't decided yet."

He gazed into my eyes, still stroking my cheek with his gloved hand.

"Can you fuck Gideon that way? Hmm? Do you think you can do that for me? He's been such a good boy ."

Fuck yes, I can . I nodded. "Yes, Vihaal."

He slapped my cheek gently, enough to startle me, and gave me a smug look. "Figured you could. You're such a people pleaser. And I love it when you want to please me in particular."

"I do want to please you, Vihaal. So much."

"I know. Watch now, because when doing this sort of thing, one has to be very careful and gentle. We don't want to hurt Gideon, do we?"

"No, Vihaal."

"All right. Then watch."

I did. I saw Vihaal ease his cock into Gideon alongside the metal of the hook. I watched Gideon's frantic eyes go side to side above the gag, and his breathing stutter, and his cheeks flush.

When he was well seated, Vihaal met my gaze. "So warm. So tight. So perfect."

He made short, slow thrusts, and Gideon groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. More fluid pushed out of his captured cock and strung from the bars of the cage in gossamer threads.

"You all right, my sweet?" Vihaal asked, making soothing motions on Gideon's hip with his thumb.

Gideon nodded frantically.

"Fuck, yes, you are. You're fucking incredible," Vihaal said, keeping up his shallow thrusts. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. You feel amazing. Am I making the ball move, Deo? Is it rocking inside you?"

Gideon gasped and nodded.

"My cock bumps it every time. That heavy ball in your guts," His breath came in gasps and his thrusts into Gideon sped up. He was careful not to thrust too far, but his movements sped up—short, quick thrusts—as he held on to Gideon and made soft sounds of enjoyment.

Gideon groaned and cursed against the gag, and Vihaal uttered a soft, vulnerable cry as he climaxed.

I almost came too, watching it happen, and seeing Vihaal's tense muscles contract and tremble as he emptied into Gideon.

"That's so good," Vihaal said, as he continued to pump in and out. "It's Angel's turn now, my sweet little Deo. We're going to fill you up with it, and if you're very good and don't complain, I'll think about taking that cage off and have you finish."

Gideon whimpered, his breaths coming at a frantic pace, chest moving back and forth, as Vihaal cleaned himself and fastened his pants, then walked toward me.

He kept stealing incendiary glances at my face as he worked on my bindings and I had to catch my breath. He helped me down and led me behind Gideon.

"Look at this," Vihaal said, spreading Gideon and teasing his hole, as white spunk trickled out.

"Sink your cock into that lusciousness. Just go slow and be careful. Shallow. Don't move the ball too much."

"Yes, Vihaal."

I'd never done something so depraved but so fucking sexy. I watched my cock move in and out of Gideon, alongside the steel hook. In my heightened state of arousal, and with Vihaal holding the implement to keep it still, I climaxed quickly and hard, struggling to stand as the delicious throbs undid me.

"Oh, fuck yes," Vihaal muttered. "Now he's full of it. Soft and sticky and sweet. Sweetheart, you did so well," he said to Gideon, as he undid the rope holding the hook and tugged. Gideon groaned and leaned forward on the ropes as his hole stretched wide. The metal ball, shiny with fluid, came out in a rush. Milky white semen dripped onto the floor—mine and Vihaal's combined.

"Oh!" Vihaal frowned. "What a mess."

He passed me a soft towel. I half expected him to tell me to lick it up. I would have done it.

I wiped myself off, trying to calm my breathing, and watched Vihaal undo the catch on Gideon's cage. Even as he drew the metal contraption off, Gideon's cock erupted in his hand, spunk oozing in bursts, as Gideon gasped and choked on his groans.

"There you go, my darling," Vihaal crooned, holding his hand palm up beneath the head to catch some of it and let it drip obscenely through his fingers. "How lovely. And I barely had to touch you."

Then Gideon started sobbing, and I glanced at Vihaal for reassurance.

"He's all right," Vihaal said, as he gathered Gideon into his arms. "It was intense."

Yes. It had been.

He took Gideon out of the ropes and wrapped him in one of the robes from the clothing rack, bundling him up onto the bed for a cuddle. I got dressed and went to join them, crawling in between to kiss them and show them how grateful I felt to have been included.

Gideon clutched me close and whispered, "Thank you," over and over.