Chapter Eight

"Hands on your thighs. Feet flat on the floor."

He was talking to me. Telling me what to do. And I loved it.

"Yes, Vihaal."

The words echoed in my head as if they were the most natural thing in the world for me to say. Comfort, security, safety. Listen to me. Do as I say. Trust me.

I sat in the position he'd demanded and watched.

"Come, my pretty little Deo. Let's get you undressed," Vihaal said, beckoning to Gideon, who stood, gaze lowered like a humble servant.

"Arms up."

Gideon obeyed in silence. He was normally such a talkative and laid-back presence, that watching him go silent and subdued for Vihaal was something.

The ticking of the analog clock on the wall and the hum of the furnace was the only thing to be heard as Vihaal revealed Gideon's smooth pale skin one piece of clothing at a time. The orange sweater came off. Vihaal tossed it to the vanity stool. Next, he knelt and unzipped Gideon's black boots, and removed them, kissing the top of each of Gideon's feet before he placed it on the floor. It seemed strange for Vihaal, as the Dominant, to do this to his submissive. But it absolutely reflected what I knew to be the reality of their relationship.

Gideon was smooth and slim as a seal. And he must have put on some kind of glittery body lotion because he sparkled under the lights of the Bordello as Vihaal stripped him.

As Vihaal unzipped the fly of Gideon's pale jeans, silver flashed in the lamplight. When the jeans were pulled down to his thighs, they revealed Gideon's cock trapped in a metal cage that curved in a gentle arc, keeping him in a state of semi-hardness.

"Fuck…" I whispered, as my cock throbbed.

Vihaal turned to me and frowned.

"Sorry, Vihaal," I breathed.

"Never seen a cock cage before?"

A cock cage? "Not to my knowledge, Vihaal. I think I'd remember."

I liked the look of the shiny metal and I liked the way it kept Gideon from getting hard. It seemed cruel but I knew instinctively that there could be pleasure in denial.

"Mmm. It keeps him from satisfying himself, because his orgasms belong to me."

His orgasms belong to me. Holy shit.

Beyond that, it seemed a piece of kinky jewelry that enhanced Gideon's beauty and mystery, and the bold nature of his sexuality.

Vihaal cupped Gideon's cock in its metal trap.

"What a pretty little cock, my Deo. My captive pet." Vihaal glanced at me before leaning forward and kissing Gideon sweetly on the lips.

Gideon whimpered and opened his mouth to receive Vihaal's tongue.

My cock throbbed at the sight.

I shifted in the chair. Sitting straight and still was an exercise in obedience and I wouldn't pretend otherwise. I wanted to change position. I really wanted to flip the chair around again and straddle it, because that would be the most comfortable way to watch. But that might mean the end of all of this, and I didn't want to risk it. Plus, I had no idea what Vihaal might do if I so blatantly disobeyed him. A tiny part of me wanted to find out, but a larger, more sensible part of me, told me not to push his boundaries just yet.

As Vihaal worshipped Gideon's mouth and kissed his cheek and the shell of his ear, Gideon glanced over.

I inhaled sharply as a wave of arousal hit me so hard I thought I might come. Already. After being in this room for ten minutes.

Gideon's lips moved. Vihaal nodded and gave a soft laugh.

"Turn around," he said, and it wasn't to me.

Gideon spun around.

"Bend over."

As Gideon folded himself smoothly at the waist, his hands braced against his knees, a flat black piece of rubber became visible between his ass cheeks.

"My good boy," Vihaal crooned, flicking a finger against it.

Gideon moaned, and I felt an answering surge of desire.

I knew what a butt plug was.

Had Gideon been wearing it when he was in my bedroom, and in the car, and all the time we were in the gaming parlor? The thought gave me an illicit thrill.

As I looked on, fingers digging into my thighs, Vihaal grasped the flange of the plug and tugged. Gideon uttered a delicious whimper, his thigh muscles trembling as more and more of the black rubber object appeared, shiny with lubrication. He gasped as the plug slipped out completely.

I barely kept myself from making a noise and had to concentrate to regulate my breathing.

Vihaal teased the pointy tip against Gideon's hole—also shiny and wet—and pushed the plug back in. Vihaal lifted his hand and slapped Gideon's ass on one side, then the other. Then he spanked him hard, side-to-side, with a quicker rhythm, until Gideon groaned from the pain of it and Vihaal stopped.

"Vihaal?" I asked, my voice husky.

"Yes, Angel? Make it quick, please, I'm a little busy."

"Please let me take my cock out," I blurted.

Vihaal stared at me as if I'd committed a terrible faux pas. But then his expression softened.

"If you must."

"Thank you, Vihaal," I said as my fingers went to the button at the top of my fly.

"You don't get to come until I say so."

I knew there'd be a catch.

"Yes, Vihaal," I said, unbuttoning and unzipping.

"I'll join you." He held my gaze as his fingers went to his fly. He reached into his pants and pulled out his cock and I got a first look at Vihaal's equipment.

It wasn't extraordinary in any way, but seeing it there, swollen with his lust and dark at the circumcised tip, made me groan with excitement. I had mine out now and I thought it looked awfully pale and silly next to Vihaal's.

I lifted my chin and gave my cock two long strokes.

Vihaal's eyes widened and he grinned, then turned back to Gideon.

"Turn around and suck me."

I felt hot and cold, and a bit lightheaded. I made sure to breathe as Gideon turned and sank to his knees, placing his hands on Vihaal's thighs and taking Vihaal's cock in his mouth.

His gaze slipped to mine as he devoured it with so much slurping and abundant drool that I could almost feel it.

Gideon sucked and swallowed, then backed off to catch a breath and swallowed Vihaal down again. He seemed to treat it like an Olympic sport, or maybe he was trying to impress me.

It worked, but now I was on the verge of embarrassing myself, so I placed both hands on my thighs. I sat there stiffly, with wide eyes and sweat beading on my forehead, as a dirty fantasy played out before me in real time. Sitting in that chair, with my cock out and a good view of the tableau before me, I realized how comfortable I was in this intimate sphere with them. I felt like the luckiest person in the world.

Vihaal appeared as if he wasn't affected in the least by having his cock so expertly sucked. And Gideon seemed to be doing everything he could to get a reaction. It was a study in submission, with Vihaal tolerating Gideon's enthusiasm with bland acceptance, as if this was simply a routine occurrence and barely meant a thing. And perhaps that was true for them.

But I could see how Vihaal's blasé demeanor affected Gideon, who became more and more excited as Vihaal simply stood and watched him. Gideon grunted and moaned, and flashed his gaze upward again and again, in blissful supplication.

"All right, enough," Vihaal said finally.

Gideon either didn't hear him, or didn't care to stop at that exact moment. He kept going and Vihaal had to flick a finger against his chin to get his attention.

"Enough," he repeated and Gideon pulled off of him with wide eyes and a subdued expression.

Vihaal, who hadn't climaxed, tucked himself away and somehow was able to do up his pants. "Time to get you dressed, my pretty thing."

"Yes, Vihaal," Gideon murmured, voice rough and lips swollen. He waited on his knees for further instruction as I tried to calm my racing heart.

This was, literally, the hottest experience I'd ever had and I hadn't even done anything. I took deep breaths and sat obediently still as I watched Vihaal select a few items from the clothing rack and dress Gideon in the Victorian finery.

First, a corset made of thick black cotton that buckled with leather clasps and laced behind. It had silver filigree accents and fastened at the front with bolt snaps—like the clasps at the end of a dog's leash—to keep it snug.

Then a frilly black bolero jacket with long sleeves, that he helped Gideon into and tied closed with a cord. The frilled edges of the piece flared out at Gideon's hips, keeping his caged cock visible. It gaped at the chest to expose Gideon's pert nipples and the pale skin over his delicate collarbone.

A wine-colored Victorian collar of some stiff fabric circled his neck, tied with ribbon at the back. It came to a point at his nape and went high under his chin, giving him a statuesque and elegant appearance.

Vihaal had Gideon step into a pair of sturdy boots with a fabric accenting the ankle. Vihaal laced them up then stood, gazing at the vision before him. Gideon looked beautiful and obscene, all at the same time.

"Hmm. What do you think of him?" Vihaal asked, taking Gideon's hand and bringing him to stand directly before me.

"He's fucking gorgeous," I said. "I've never seen anything so lovely, Vihaal."

Vihaal frowned.

"There's something missing," he said, looking Gideon over. "But I'm not sure what."

I thought about it for a second. "A mask, perhaps," I said.

"Brilliant. I'm sure there are a few to choose from."

Vihaal returned to the clothing rack. I returned my hand to my cock with lazy strokes as Gideon, dressed in his pretty finery, watched. Now that things had calmed down, I didn't seem at risk of having an accident and I wanted Gideon to see what this was doing to me.

"Ah, here we are," Vihaal said, sifting through some items hung along the top of the rack. "There are no eyeholes, so it's a blind as well as a mask. Turn around."

Gideon did as directed. Vihaal placed the blind over Gideon's eyes and tied it with the ribbon.

"Spin back around, Deo. I want to see how you look."

Gideon turned.

The eyeless mask went from the top of Gideon's forehead, swooped over his diminutive and perked nose, and descended to the tops of his cheeks. Two silver wings arched outward over his cheekbones, and delicate chains hung, curtainlike, beside Gideon's perfect mouth and dangled past his chin.

"Now he's ready."

"Yes, Vihaal," I agreed, my words breathy and light.

Vihaal placed his index finger beneath Gideon's jaw and tipped his face up, so that the fine chains draped to the sides and he could give his supplicant a gentle kiss on his upturned lips.

Gideon sighed.

"Now, my beautiful slut, a spanking over my knee seems like a good idea, don't you think?"

"Yes, Vihaal," Gideon whispered, as he was led over to the settee.

I watched, entranced, as they got into position.

Vihaal sat and patted his lap. In one smooth movement, Gideon kneeled on the settee and bent himself over Vihaal's lap, supporting himself on his elbows on the cushion. The frilly edge of the bolero jacket rode up to his waist, revealing his plump and perfect ass.

"What a pretty bottom you have, Deo. So smooth and soft. Isn't it a pretty ass, Angel?"

"Yes, Vihaal. So pretty," I breathed. It was like watching a performance, a very sexy one, that was just for me, and for them. I gave my cock a couple of pulls then put my hands on my thighs again.

"Perfect for spanking," Vihaal said, although he continued to caress Gideon's bottom, while Gideon squirmed and sighed, trying to find a comfortable position.

Vihaal raised his gaze to mine and the intensity in his eyes made my balls ache.

"Do you think this naughty boy deserves a spanking, Angel?" Vihaal asked, his voice low and husky.

"Of course he does," I responded, forgetting the formal response in the moment.

Vihaal's eyebrows shot up and he quirked the corner of his mouth.

"And why do you say that?" Vihaal asked, stroking the smooth globes of Gideon's behind.

I shuddered a breath. "Because he knew I wouldn't be able to resist this. And now I'm caught up in something that's going to…leave a mark on me."

Vihaal smiled fully now. "Oh, I certainly hope so. But you're right. He's put you in a very awkward situation, to be sure."

I sat there, watching Vihaal play with his sexy pet, the beating of my heart a frenetic soundtrack.

"Nonetheless, spanking Gideon when he's wearing the cage and plugged up good and tight is one of my favorite things. Because Deo loves a good spanking. In fact, when he isn't caged, he'll often come from it. Isn't that right, Deo?" Vihaal asked, sweeping a hand up Gideon's over the blind to move his hair out of the way.

"Yes, Vihaal."

"And that's one of your favorite things, isn't it, my darling? Coming from a good, over-the-knee spanking?"

"Yes, Vihaal," Gideon said. He moved his head as if trying to see out of the solid mask, sounding resigned and sad instead of excited.

"But, you see, Angel, when he has the cock cage on his pretty little penis, he's prevented from it. And for someone like me, with a sadistic, cruel, and vengeful side, that fact makes this all the more enjoyable."

I moaned, because the very idea was so filthy and depraved and cruel. Vihaal continued playing with the flange of the plug and stroking Gideon's pale backside.

"Although I know that my little, masochistic Deo gets a great deal of pleasure out of being denied and controlled. So it all works out in the end. Doesn't it, my little slut?"

"Yes, Vihaal," Gideon sighed, rocking over Vihaal's lap and making soft little grunts.

"He hasn't had a proper orgasm in days. Gideon tells me it's like riding waves of pleasure that never end. Whereas if he were allowed to orgasm, it would all be over in an instant."

Gideon groaned then whimpered, licking his lips and grunting as he futilely humped his caged cock against Vihaal's thigh.

"Well. Let's get this going. We have thirty minutes to fill."

Vihaal rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and sat there with one hand on Gideon's rump and the other in Gideon's hair. They reminded me of a Renaissance painting. With Gideon in his frilly and depraved finery, bare from the waist but for the cage and plug, and shoed in the pretty boots, they did make quite the picture. I took a photo of it in my mind to remember.

"Do you want it hard or soft, my precious, sweet boy?"

"Hard, Vihaal. So hard."

Vihaal glanced at me.

"Don't forget about Angel. He can't take his eyes off of you," Vihaal murmured. "And he's so fucking hard, and leaking for you, sweet Deo."

I was. I was so fucking hard. And my cock was crying for the two of them.

"Put your cock away, now."

It took a second for me to realize who Vihaal was speaking to, but it could only be me, since Gideon's cock was locked up tight. I hadn't even realized I was touching myself again.

"If you keep that up you're going to get off before I do. And that is not allowed, my boy. Not in here."

I held his gaze as I gave myself one last stroke, then tucked my cock back into my boxer briefs.

"I don't think I can get it back in my jeans," I said.

"Fine. But put your hands on your thighs and leave them there."

"Yes, Vihaal."

I'll do whatever you say because I do not want any of this to stop.